I don't know how, but one fucking phone call can ruin a whole weekend.
I was sitting at G's eating dinner when my sister calls on my cell. She says three things that totally knock me off balance and then that was it. I am at home typing on my computer. So, I went to the only ski hill around and watched people snowboard. It looked like fun and it took my mind off my everlasting fucked up life. I tell you, I really don't know how to pull it all together.
Of course my mom has been back to the doctor twice. I am tired of worring about her health. I wish the doctors would figure it out.
Only if they can fix it.
I can't even think about G right now. I just can't figure it all out, and I am not strong enough to do it anyway.