Aunt Peggy died Wednesday morning at 3am, before Mom could make it down there. It's the same song repeating itself from last year with her mother. Fucking Florida. Fucking airlines. Fucking distance. Daddy's flying down tomorrow to be with her. I guess he got his bosses to let the doctor note slide and take a sick day. Or not. I don't know.
They'll be gone all weekend, so it'll just be you and me celebrating my birthday, Nick. I want one of my presents to be a trip to Big Ben's, because I couldn't go yesterday. Driving Katie's car, got stuck in traffic for two hours, riding around with a radio stuck on one station and having to listen to Green Day. It was pretty bad.
Tegaki has been wonderfully helpful in keeping me positive and distracting me from this mess. Becky, too. Thank you to Ay who stayed up 'til 4am nearly twice in a row just to doof around.
My biology teacher stopped me on my way out from the exam to ask me if I'd be interested in privately tutoring his son over the summer. I still get really excited when I think about it; I hope that works out.
And holy shit Erin. I swear I will draw for you as soon as I can. You didn't have to give me anything, but you did anyway. I love you.
I never know whether I should screen or disable comments for things like this. Getting comforting comments is nice, but I feel like such a tool if at the end of it, all I can say is 'thank you'. But it's all I can really say sometimes. You guys are wonderful. I don't really deserve any of it.
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