stops being enjoyable once you've stopped drinking. I assume this is all part of my unstoppable march towards forty. i suppose this is the part where I ramble. I had to explain tonight at the bar why there probably wasn't going to be a family reunion in conjunction with my wedding, and that is because one of my aunts has a brain tumor. She was just in treatment for lung cancer, which she beat, but the chemo was so unpleasant that she vowed to just let the disease take it's course should she relapse. so, she has, and she's checked into hospice. She probably won't last the year. sort of casts a pall over the whole deal. the reunion, not the wedding, although I really want her to be at the wedding. I'm downloading a demo for a new game about zombies as I type this. I may be too tired and drunk to play. I don't know. i should just go to bed and hope the bats don't come a-visiting again. |