I probably shouldn’t have skipped my afternoon class in order to come home and get high… but I kind of had to.
As I was busy leaving 20 minutes late for my dreaded Research Methods Lab, my father informed me that my mom had called him in tears. Mumble mumble, something about cancer spreading to her lymph nodes.
“I’m on my way to school…. and I have a huge day ahead of me….” I said, my lower lip quivering.
“Oh, shit. I forgot. I’m sorry!” my father replied.
And then I drove as if blackout drunk in the pouring rain, and arrived to class dripping wet from my clothing and my eye sockets.
But it turns out that we just don’t know anything. And that, while things are worse, we don’t know how much worse. Which is supposed to be comforting.
So my life is slightly in turmoil right now.
