I promise that after this week is over, I'll try and get back to your regularly scheduled postings here...but for now, you're stuck with "Melancholy Girl".
Got an email from my n-mom tonight. She wanted to know if I thought I'd be able to drive down to Delaware on Wednesday til "I don't know when". She said, no pressure...she knows it's short notice. I wrote back, my anxiety level rising, and asked her when the funeral services were...and she replied, "Thursday". My grandfather's wife, a real doozy and a half, decided to give the family four days to make travel arrangements to make it down to Delaware. We have family all over the country and it's ridiculous for her to have planned this all so quickly.
So, I can't go. I want to go...I need to go...but because of my fucking job, I can't go. It's worse for my n-mom and n-sister because they are going to the wake and funeral of the baby tomorrow and Tuesday (again, I can't fucking go to those because of work) and then have to drive eight hours to get to Delaware.
FUCK. Yes, I'm swearing a lot tonight. I don't fucking care.