I’m starting to hate christmas. Or at least the family part of it.
I wish I could make my own christmas with my friends. I wish I could do my own thing, instead of watching my parents disintegrate.
Over Thanksgiving I found out that Dad’s heart is going a-fib again.
Now I’m worried that he won’t make it to see me graduate with my PhD. It’ll be 8-10 years from now. I have no idea if he’ll make it that long. Or how mom will do without him (she has low blood sugar incidents almost every time I see them).
I don’t want them to miss that day. It’ll be an important day.
Just finished watching The Thick Of It. Peter Capaldi is an artist in vulgarity. Oh how I wish the 12th Doctor could swear.