Today I did one of my very first or at least substantial grown up things.
I bought a new car, and established credit.

While driving my car home from the dealership I passed by the cemetary where my father is buried.
There I thanked him for loving me more than I could ever deserve.

I miss you, and I love you too, Dad.

Tofu time.

Going back to the hospital today for check up and then to be possibly released to go back to work.
Or they might keep me another week. Who knows.
Wish me luck.

Hopefully I'm released to work, considering they have me on the schedule for Sunday already. Sheesh.

I'm finally home after being in the hospital for exactly 7 days. Almost to the hour, seven days ( Read more... )

My father's obituary was in yesterday's Oregonian ( Read more... )

The funeral is on Friday ( Read more... )

Sometime in the very early morning of December 31st, 2005, my father died ( Read more... )

I have been really sick since early November ( Read more... )

Some are in Heaven.
We remain to writhe and claw at our own faces in despair.

Your eyes are filled with wings.

Probably the most nightmarish and laborious day of the year so far.

Just fucking rude, impatient people, beating their heads against mine and emotionally destroying me each chance they got.

Fuck off and die!

Oh well, I got paid nicely.
Ha!

What'd you bitch customers get? Annoyed by family members, poorer, and fat on cow flesh! Die die die!Die

Six or seven long auburn hairs in his sheets.