I am camped out on riah's living room floor...surfing the interwebs and snuggling Drake. He is protesting the end of his "show" and that he is most definitely not tired. However, his show is finished... we will not be starting a new one and I don't care if he isn't tired... as soon as I am finished with this post, we are going to bed.
I talked to Tim today... first time since I gave him the ol' red light. It felt good to just hear how he is doing... his Grandma died and the funeral is this weekend. Part of me wanted to offer to go with him... and the other part thinks that it would be cruel. I am not his girlfriend and emotional situations like that seem to intensify feels. I can't be anybody's anything right now... so I refrained and gave him my condolences.
Wish I could give him a hug and hold him for a while. Death sucks. I have come to realize that in the face of true pain, words fail. I have them in my brain, but really, what can someone say to make it better?? Nothing. How much better to speak condolences with our actions... and leave the words to others satisfied with sayings (often from bathroom plaques and embroidered throw pillows). Well world. I am tired and am going to bed.
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