someone called. the kind kevin called and filled me up with so much sunshine i think my butt’s burned. sometimes it’s nice to hear that you’re a wonderful person. especially when you’re all sad and shit. of course, i am completely drunk (3 drinks is all it takes). but well, it’s only fitting considering grammu was drunk for about 15 years after grandpa died. i read the obit that sister #2 wrote and it’s great. i think that’s all. i might try to sleep and hopefully when i close my eyes i see only my grammu’s laughing face and not the terrible death mask. it seemed today whenever i napped i’d see her smile and not the death mask, i hope that carries over into the night.

things will get better after thursday, i promise.