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sympathy for the devil
Oct. 12th, 2004 05:40 pmI listened to "Sympathy for the Devil" over and over on my drives this afternoon. I imagine tonight I will have to pick more than one song for the trip to Bryan.
We're driving to Bryan in the hour, to spend the night. Alan's grandfather had another stroke this afternoon, and it looks pretty bad. He might not make it through the night, he might make it a couple days. But no more than that.
So we go, and I don't know what to say about it. Other than I fucking hate this universe and whatever perverse deity is in charge right now. Is it too much to ask for us to have one fucking week when something catastrophic and wrenching tears our home apart? I thought this morning we might have hit a breathing spell. Damn it.
This hurts so much. I know it hurts Alan more.
My mom really liked her pillow. Someone at work make her a necklace of green and black glass beads.
We're driving to Bryan in the hour, to spend the night. Alan's grandfather had another stroke this afternoon, and it looks pretty bad. He might not make it through the night, he might make it a couple days. But no more than that.
So we go, and I don't know what to say about it. Other than I fucking hate this universe and whatever perverse deity is in charge right now. Is it too much to ask for us to have one fucking week when something catastrophic and wrenching tears our home apart? I thought this morning we might have hit a breathing spell. Damn it.
This hurts so much. I know it hurts Alan more.
My mom really liked her pillow. Someone at work make her a necklace of green and black glass beads.