My friend would have have had a birthday at the end of this week if he was still with us. I forgot (coping mechanism, maybe) that he's gone. I'll go to pick up the phone and then remember. It sucks each and every time it happens.
I'd really like to get my house the way I want it. It's a never ending battle when I am off work to actually be off work. I always have errands to run and things to do that prevent me from doing what I would like to do.
I really wish Nick could find a job because he's starting to annoy me. That may be mean but enough is enough.