I feel like 2011 didn't get the memo that this was supposed to be a HAPPY New Year.
Dad's been in surgery all of last night, don't know how that's been so far. I'm sure he's doing well, though.
Then I have a phone call with my older brother after work. This is what he tells me:
-Cousin in Calgary was in a car collision. Was turning left on the yellow light, the oncoming traffic tried to keep going, bam in the T-bone. He's apparently understandably stiff, and he was able to drive the car home and he didn't go to the hospital or anything.
-Younger brother has pneumonia. Was feeling sick the past couple days, diarrhea and headaches the past day or two . . . and yeah, apparently pneumonia.
I'm not angry, 2011 . . . I'm just very, very disappointed . . . . .
EDIT:
Also, after weeks of feeding learnings to Tangled's 100 Things page, Ace went in and topped up the list to one hundred and thus ruined my chance to finally get a Centurion badge.
What a dick.
Well played, sir. Well played.
EDIT 2:
It's 6:46am. I tried sleeping a couple hours ago. An hour ago it still wasn't taking. Watched an episode of Dexter online and had a bite to eat instead.
Evidently I have a lot on my mind. Curiously, not about all the people in my life sick or injured.
Thing about them, is that it's completely understandable what has happened with them. My dad had a bad heart reaction to something and fell face-first onto a stone floor. My cousin got smacked by a lead-footed asshole. My brother caught a really scary bug. All are unfortunate, but all have understandable, satisfactory reasons behind them.
I scratch at my chin a bit in thought. Maybe this is what I get for not shaving for a week?
Nah. That'd make too much sense.
