My parents don't really have the $$$ for me to go to the funeral and Wood knows my wife and I are broke. So my wife is on a "work" trip in the Bay area trying to hustle up some cash. That means that the day after I learn that my grandfather's dead I'm all alone in this house with two loud, angry, post-Christmas hyper children.
It's lonely and sad and painful being here all alone. But my wife is doing this for us and for that I am grateful for that. I really am. It shows that she cares for me very much. I've been worried lately that my manic, pill-crazed craziness is grating on her but she must really love me to be doing this for me, right?
I just wish that I could have someone here in the house with me who cared, someone who doesn't still scream and cry and pee their panties all the time, you know?
Since she took the computer with her to work, I'm posting on my blog using our new Nintendo Wii. If that isn't pathetic then I don't know what is.