that car has got to go.
If he can come up with the money -- from his mom, grandpa, someone else -- to be able to rent the U-Haul AND the trailer, then I don't care if the car stays. I just want whatever will get him out of here quickest to happen.
(That said, I am not heartless: before I left for work, I put pillows and a comforter on the couch, because I didn't know if he'd be coming to the house after jail to sort through his stuff, and I assumed that he might be needing a long-ass nap, since jail does not seem to be restful.) (As of this morning, he was NOT coming to our house today. I don't know if that's because Tim warned him that I might rip his pancreas out with my teeth, or what.)
I'm caught up but out of lunch break so I'll just say - what WindSparrow said.
Proof that the universe has a sense of humor: the first song that came up on shuffle on my iPod? Lyle Lovett. "That's Right (You're Not From Texas)."
May Tim's soon pop up "All my Ex-s Live in Texas" (with their sons)
Well, the Lyle Lovett song? Goes "That's right; you're not from Texas, but Texas wants you anyway."
IT BETTER FUCKING WANT HIM.
Steph, I hope that all of this gets resolved soon.
Maria, much ~ma to your uncle, your father, you and all your family.
Marie my best to your family. I'm sorry
Oh, Maria. I wish it had been better news.
Ack, I didn't mean to x-post over Maria's news. My thoughts and prayers are with your family, especially your uncle and your dad, and YOU.
I'm just kind of numb. I'm almost paralyzed by the thought of losing him, and then I feel silly because I should be stronger than that. I've been weepy at the most inopportune times and I'm creating excuses in my head why I can't go see him. I just don't want to watch him deteriorate. I want to remember him as he was before this.
And that sucks. I'm better than that, and I'm no coward. I feel like shit for even entertaining these thoughts.
