Too much, really. Muh Grandpa's about to die. Muh girly-friend's about to get kicked out out of her house. I might get kicked out. I'm about to die from lack of sleep. Grawr.
Yeah. Grandpa's got colon cancer that is so bad they cant even do treatments. He cant eat anything so he's slowly starving to death, hardly kept in existance by Ensure. I've expected this. My dad's not taking it very well. He's just trying to ignore it. That's the hardest part for me.
Chicka and her dad are having some really bad problems. I got a call at one o'clock on Monday morning via a friend and told me to get on IM and she's freaking out. Her dad left and she thought that when he came back he might hurt her. When she stopped sending me messages, I freaked. I sent a cop out there to make sure nothing horrible was going on. Now she's spending a lot of time with me because her dad's a crazed little fucker. Grawr.
I might get kicked out, but you know...I've got about a hundred places I could go and stay now, and still be close enough for my jobs and Church. And if I do, I'll get daddy where it hurts. ::evil laughter::
Sleep...that's a dream right now...a very good daydream. I've gotten about three hours a night for the past two months. NOT GOOD! My mind's about to melt.
Oh, and I pissed off my x-boyfriend. Whatever. He deserved it. He stole my coat!
