Time for an update, since it's been over a month and I feel like venting. So if you don't wanna listen to me bitch, then go read something else!

My dad won't stop watching the hurricane coverage and it's making me really depressed. Then just thinking about how awful it is is also depressing. I can't really imagine leaving my house knowing that when I came back all my things would be gone and the house might not be standing. Then there are all those people who got stuck in the Superdome which is just more depressingness on top of already depressing depressing stuff. I think the thing that was the most upsetting was this hospital director begging for the National Guard to come and secure the ground because they couldn't get patients out of the hospital because people were trying to hijack the ambulances to get out of New Orleans. So people were dying because there isn't any electricity.

I'm bored at work...again. Surprise surprise. I found out who the dummy who caused us to loose our cell phone privileges at work is. So now I have some one to blame. Especially since when I used to get bored I would get on the phone, but NOT ANY MORE!  

Tomorrow I have my dermatology appointment. I'm excited because it's with a new doctor that might actually care that I have ezcema. My old one really didn't. And I would always plan on yelling at him at all my appointments, but he was so old I couldn't bring myself to do it. He probably should retire.

Richard came back from USAFA, for what he has dubbed the "3 weeks I look forward to every year" or my "3 favorite weeks of the year." I can't really remember which one. So we've been hanging out with him. Tuesday night Fessy, Justin, Richard and I all went to Doheny to check out the red tide at night. It was cool, but kinda hard to see since there was a full moon. Then last night we went over to his house for cinnamon treats. Reggie, Katrina and Fessy all came over too.

So today is another pretty uneventful day at work, although I tried to kill myself by tripping over a rug almost falling into the factory. At least no one saw...or so I think. I'm glad the week is over. Last week was really hard, to say the least.

My mom and my sister finally came bacl from Canada. My sister didn't like it. Apparently Canadians don't know how to cook breakfast. And my dad was finally starting to get on my nerves by the weeks end. I got a cute moose pillow that says "Canada" as a souvenir. It's nice and fuzzy.

I also went to go visit my grandparents in the hospital again. My grandpa looks really good. I'm not sure why he's there. He has some bruises from falling down that wont heal beacause of his blood thinner meds. If you see his arms and legs, it looks like someone kicked the shit out of him. (His arms are bruised by all the IV's. ) My grandma wasn't doing to well. She's convinced that we're all lying to her about my grandpa being sick. That we're not telling her the whole truth and because he isn't out of the hospital yet, he's clearly dying and we're all lying assholes keeping it from her. This isn't true, but she can't be reasoned with.

I don't think she'll ever walk again, or go home again unless they get a hospital bed for her and a live in nurse. This is something that my grandpa is thinking about, which hopefully will happen sometime soon. Her 3 week hospital stay has turned into 9 months. While we were there she made me adjust her bed because she couldn't push the button to lift her head. It's almost unimaginable how weak she is. She can't even suck water through a straw. She can only make it to the top of the bend of a bendy straw, but no futher. I watched her try and drink from the cup I was holding for a few mins, but it seemed like forever. It was one of the most depressing things I've ever seen.