I'm so tired I couldn't even come up with a title for this crummy post. Normally I love Sunday nights, but...the Bills lost and I can't watch The Amazing Race because of the idiotic TWC/CBS thing. So I'm just sitting here at 8:20p on a Sunday night catching up on work so as not to fall asleep (and be up at 4am as a result).
I finally figured out why I'm so out of whack this week. My dad died 2 years ago this week (on Halloween to be exact). So I'm just generally bummed and sad. Hence (I think) the fatigue. This year is a bit easier than last, but I'm still haunted with memories of how horrible the last few months of his life were. And I miss him. Man do I miss him. I just want to talk to him, sit with him. ANYTHING.
Maybe I will go to bed early...
UPDATE: So as I'm sitting here stressing over my father's death, inevitably turning it into worrying about everyone around me dying this little thought popped into my head. "This too shall pass." And it made me sit up a little straighter. It made me feel a little better. I'm not bouncing off the walls or anything, but I don't feel quite so dour as I did 15 minutes ago...
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