My grandma is mean today.

She is flushing food down the toilet and tearing pages out of books. She is throwing things and yelling.

I hate alzheimer's disease.

I just hate it.

My mom and dad are yelling about the wasted food...

I just want to go home.

I hate this.

 Today is my birthday.

I am 29.

Wooo!

I am going to be 29 on Saturday.

Choad is doing much better. His foot has healed.

Liz is doing better. Her chicken pox are gone. Her truck is still messed up.

School is HARD. It is busting my butt.

I am tired.... VERY tired. Painfuly tired. I slept an entire weekend away and still ached with exhaustion. I can't get enough sleep and my whole body physically aches. I have a terrible burning on the inside of my ribcage that comes and goes, and it's best friend is a throbbing headache.

Doctors are idiots. "It is not life threatening, so go home."