The truth hurts…
“Fire in the hole!” If only I had no conscience… I almost did something vicious today…
This quarter is still unpredictably busy… I can’t seem to stop working no matter how ahead I get… I still feel behind. A seemingly permanent moratorium has been placed on my senioritis… the last refuge for a graduating senior getting ready to venture into the world… and I don’t get to enjoy it. Sad.
A lot of my personal concerns were blown away yesterday. I learned three things about my dad that make me incredibly worried and sad. First, through inference, it seems my dad is on the verge of prostate cancer. Second, my dad may have to put off his final surgery to remove his skin cancer because of the third… my dad has recently start seeing large amounts of blood in his stool.
Oh my god, I’m sorry. About your dad I mean.
Apparently a girl from Wyandot that I saw working at Ruby Tuesday’s saw you a few days ago or something. I think we crossed paths one day after class?? Not sure, you were ahead of me.
I’m really sorry about your dad, and I hope things improve. I’d say I’ll pray for him, but I’m starting to think that’s a bunch of bullshit anyway.
Hope you’re well otherwise.