It Never Rains But it Pours

More bad news, as if Sunday's wasn't bad enough.  Allison's grandmother died this morning.  She's been unwell for a while, but it was still a surprise.  I haven't talked to Allison in ages, actually.  I've seen and talked to her mother, little sister, and brother more recently than I have her.  It still hurts.  Actually, hurts isn't the right word.  It just made me a little more numb, a little sadder, a little less enthusiastic (though at this point, I am on the negative side of neutral about my homework) about forcing my brain to study.  I am enduring these last three or so weeks until summer vacation, because the show must go on.  The why is irrelevant, it simply must.

And I suppose that I am okay, or at least, the most okay I could be in the midst of things in my life right now.  And I am sorry if that is vague, and if you are wondering what news I got on Sunday, but I am not ready to say it, even to you lovely people who read my blog.  Aaron knows.  Alyssa knows.  And I haven't really talked to anyone else this week, about anything, really.  I suppose the term would be preoccupied, if you wanted to describe my mental state right now.

I also have a headache.

On the brighter side, tonight I am going to sign a contract that will give me a place to live next year.  So that's good.  Also, it's beautiful outside.  And I'm wearing a skirt that I really like that swishes when I walk down stairs in a way that makes me think of the way cuttlefish move.  So life is kind of okay right now.  And the weekend is so close.

[I'm pretty sure I'm okay.]