Why I Love My Friends.

There's some stuff that's been going on recently with my grandmother that has flat out sucked. And how could it not, right? She's dying, after all. At any rate, due to various circumstances I was compelled to give up my bed to my mother and my aunt, and I ended up spending the night at my friend, R.'s, house (rather than sleep on a couch across from J.).

Thank god for that.

When I came in at 11pm, drained from the ordeal of watching my relatives weep (and weeping myself) over that horrible old cunt (sorry, but she was... I mean, I love my grandmother, but she was a horrible old cunt), R. and her friend S. were already dozing off. I elected to try dozing off with them, although I was somewhat wired in spite of all the draining.

( We made jokes back and forth for a couple of minutes before the following exchange unfolded... )