Soooo......

So my grampa is out of ICU...actually he's been out for the better part of the week, but no one felt like letting me know until I called them. -_- He's being transferred out of the hospital, but not home--he's going into manor care until he gets a bit stronger. Right now he can't even really walk to the door of his room. I guess he had internal bleeding from a perforation either in the original bowel problem that they didn't catch or from the surgery itself. They drained five quarts of blood from his stomach. Yum. But yeah, so that's good.

I ended the semester with a 3.0, so I am a happy camper. Summer classes started Monday and I just was able to get down to school to get the books today. Managed to do so for under $300, though (well $294, but still...), so that's a nice surprise. I don't think I've had a semester yet where they weren't at least $500. So yay for that!

Danny's birthday is tomorrow...would have been tomorrow...whatever the correct grammar is there. He would have been 25. I've been debating all day whether or not to drive into Ellwood tomorrow to go to the grave. One the one hand, I feel like I should, and we have a lunch date to keep (I have a tendency to get take out from the Chinese place we used to frequent and eating it up at the grave. Yes, I realize how morbid that is), on the other hand, it's an hour drive and I have a lot that I need to get done tomorrow on my one day off for the week. Evan suggested that I just call Danny's mom and catch up with them (as I usually stop by their house whenever I go into town), but that just doesn't feel like enough. I feel like I should either do all or nothing.

It's so strange to feel this disconnected with all of that. It's been almost three years since he died, but it feels like a million years have passed. This life that I have now isn't one that includes him and so it just feels so...strange in some surreal way to go back in time and think about such things.

A lot of it has to do with my utter inability to think about it without getting upset. Still. After three freaking years. My way of dealing with things that bother me is to just...not deal with them, which I know is far from healthy but it keeps me an active member of society.

I dunno. We're resigning the least tomorrow morning, so I guess I'll see how I feel about it then.

I wish I could think about these things and not feel like I'm either betraying his memory or my current relationships. Bah.

In other news, I am currently not wearing any pants.

I'm tossing a few story ideas in my mind. One is part of the children's series I've been haphazardly working on for the past year or so. It's an idea I already had and have tons of notes on, but I feel like I should actually get the damned thing written.

My glasses broke. I'm bummed because I have to now wear my backup pair, which are cute, but you can totally see how thick my lenses are, even with the extra thin stuff on them. Bah.

This was the most interesting update ever.