My grandfather passed away tonight.
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Oh, Shir, I'm so sorry.
{{{{{{Shir}}}}}} I'm so sorry to hear that. Much peace~ma for your whole family.
And Ouchies, Barb. I hope you've got some Benedryl cream on hand.
I'm so sorry, Shir.
I want his library.
He had such a rich-with-classics sci-fi library. I took a few books with me to read one of the last times I was there. Still half way through Stranger in a Strange Land. He loved Heinlein. He was fond of all of them.
I don't know what to do. I was in the middle of writing a paper for tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day with tons of classes, which I really love.
I wanna go, act as usual, finish that goddamn paper. Not sure I can. The alternative is staying here, doing nothing, driving myself crazy.
And thanks, Bitches. {{}} back at'chya.
If working helps, do that. I'm so sorry for your loss. Thanks for the AC-ma, y'all. While we couldn't avoid a costly repair, we did avoid the one that involved drilling a hole in my neighbor's place, and given that he's an Eastern European techno freak, I think you'll agree this is still a -ma VICTORY(/Drama)
OK, fuck wanting his library.
I just want to stop crying. I just wanna be OK for tomorrow. I can deal later, please.
Condolences, Shir.
You react any way you need to. You can deal now, you can deal later. It's all okay right now.