2006-07-24
Breaking point.
It was 112 degrees in Redding. All weekend long. The only thing you can do when it's that hot is sweat and complain, both of which I did, profusely. That type of heat is exhausting, and then add on top of it trying to help a friend that is going through the most painful situation imaginable. It was a hard weekend.
My friend is doing well, considering. And when I say he's doing well, I'm being completely subjective, because if I was in his place, I would need to be hospitalized. He and his brothers still don't know exactly what happened to their mother, and the only person who knows is the one person everyone suspects. It doesn't help that my friend and his wife, the Teen Bride, split up last week and she's not exactly being supportive (yet another reason to hate children). I didn't get to see him that much over the last few days, but I saw him, which I guess is what counts.
Even though my problems are nowhere has bad as my friends, I'm a complete mess. I'm so tired from not sleeping from the heat this weekend, and then again from having my friends staying with me last night. Then I had a long day at work, made worse by the fact that I didn't get this job that I really wanted and now I'm positive that I will never be able to leave this job and will forever be unhappy. I want to go to the funeral for my friend's mother, but I can't because I have a doctor's appointment and I'm going to be too busy determining if I have cancer or not. And that is completely messing with my head. Though no one else seems to be worried in the least, I am so scared I can hardly stand it. All I can do is sit and go through all the different possibilities and worry myself stupid.
corin82 at 5:28 p.m.