.:Dreams and Swords:.

3:47 AM

The hardest part about this entry is the fact that I feel like a drive-by blogger. Most of the entries I've made don't even cause for the scroll down option, which is just a down right shame. The worst part however is the fact that I'm trying overly hard to be funny...I do that when I'm not feeling like the perkiest person in the world.

My grandfather is in the hospital.

There, spilled it out like ripping off a band-aid. He went into surgery on Monday and come out okay although it was more extensive then the doctors had anticipated. This isn't his first brush with bad health, but my grandpa, he's a trooper. I wouldn't be surprised if he outlived the rest of the world's population on his idealism and charming ways.

I blame the dreaded sore throat/current cold on why this hit me weird. I went a little weird when I was told this weekend. Then a great sense of denial, which lead to a whole burst of energy that fried itself about five minutes ago. And even worse (yep, it get's better) I went all girly on my guy tonight after a small thing.

I hate doing that. Truly, deeply.

In approximately two hours I'm going to get ready for class. Who knew that ceramics would be the class to throw me for a loop. But its a good thing, I get to work with my hands and let my mind not dwell on bad things for a while.

So, yeah, I'm getting back into the groove of things. Baby steps as Bob says.