Sometimes days come and go and they mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. Sometime days come and they change everything. My grandmother passed away two days ago. She meant the world to me but I'm not sad because she went out like a real lady.


In the haze of things I realized how much time is slipping away; how little I have and how much I owe; how much I have and how much more I want. It's funny how selfish we become when we grieve.




Irritatingly enough, my journal layout--though it hasn't change and all my former entries work just peachy--decided to not work when I updated it this last time. Why?? Because DA wants my side label in the foot instead of the head. Bah. Pfft. Stop messing with the stuff that already worked.