In the words of my brother...

... The lightning is here.

Lemme tell you about my day... Or rather, let me tell you about three hours of my day, roughly.

1. My great aunt died. Lung cancer.
2. One very dear friend calls to say that he might need me to take him to the hospital because his heart's gone wiggy thanks to some horrible medication they have him on. He has to leave a message, sounding all slurred and awful and half-dead, and why does he have to leave messages? Why couldn't I pick up the phone? Because...
3. I was on the phone with another dear friend, whose fiance had just picked up and moved out on him, taking the car, and leaving him with an apartment he really can't afford, with over a year-long lease. Her excuse for leaving him was that she was bored with the town they lived in. And there's really not much I can do to help him.

And there's a lightning storm outside you wouldn't believe.

On the bright side Dear Friend #1 got home safely, and is now fine, and will be getting better medication. The other two things are probably going to take a couple of weeks between the funeral and trying to figure out how to help my friend.

Nonetheless... I feel sick and spread thin and sucked dry.

I think Imma go pass out for a little while...