Well, Dave's fine. He's living with some other people and he just didn't contact anyone for a while. And he's probably not in school anymore. So much for his 'kids should screw themselves up so they appreciate school' speech. I spent time worrying too.
Tracy's not fine. They found a growth in her throat at the hospital. They removed some, but the doctor said it was worrisome, and she's already being referred to Calgary before the results come up, which is Friday, and she's scared. I would be too.
But I'm feeling pretyt good right now. I mean, when I heard about it I was saddened; I heard it from Dad. Thing is though, the rest of the day went really damn good. I just...I almost feel a little guilty for feeling good, but what's the point of that? I cry enough other times, but it's always over me. Little selfish me.
Do the results actually have to come in before I get really upset? Do I have to go down there and see for myself? I'm bringing my brother's yearbook to Toronto for Christmas. Hope he's not too mad it's coming late.
I need to shower. I also need to wake up early tomorrow so I can be out of the hosue by 8 and go to the passport office, which is WAY the FRICK out on Balmoral. @_@ I'm not even sure exactly how to get there. I hate trying to figure out places without written directions...and I can't read directions while driving! It's dangerous! xp
I have a few parties to go to this weekend though; that'll be fun. I also started work on a gaia comic. Just because.
