gone away is the bluebird

- My mom called me earlier from the hospital. Dad made it through surgery just fine. Which was really my fear. Like I know he'll be fine learning to walk again and all that. I was just nervous about the surgery itself. He's not OLD... but he's not young either. So you know. But yay. I have to work all week and there's really no one else to do it so. But I'll get to see him on Friday night. And then he'll come home Sunday or Monday. *crosses fingers*

- I realized last night that I'm making myself CRAZY over this stupid holiday party and the fact that B might be there. omg. he's just a guy. a guy I know. I should calm the fuck down and stop being so mental. I'm probably more attractive when I'm not a total nutcase. (this is why I never like real boys. I'm a total retard around them. *sigh*)

- The worst part about my dad being in the hospital and my mom staying up there with him is that our dog, Betsy, mopes around the house. She stands in front of Dad's chair and cries and it BREAKS MY HEART.

- Work is quickly approaching a breaking point. like soon the amount of work they're giving me is going to be TOO MUCH. I'm not sure what I'll do when I hit that point. :/

- Bones is making me cry. Stupid holiday themed episodes.

- I'd say post holiday depression is settling in early this year.