that loud sucking sound you hear..

I really don't want to go to work today.

My mother's younger brother Warner died early Sunday morning at 2:25am. He was a Vietnam vet paratrooper who apparently had been subjected to Agent Orange. Or so I'm told. At his last, they said he had bone cancer, lung cancer, and colon cancer. I'v been spending a lot of time with my mom because of it; she's taken it really hard.

He's going to be cremated, but the visitation is Thursday. I don't know yet if Mom's going to the funeral or not.

I spent all of yesterday working on cars. First, futile efforts on my neon. Once we'd stopped with that, we switched to my concorde. An hour and $65 later at Sears, my concorde now is re-aligned, and much quieter. Thank goodness for small blessings.

I slept like absolute crap. Sometimes I hate my body and all this heartburn and asthma and wheezing and acid and throwing up. So I want to do nothing more than to call work, tell them to shove it for the day and go crawl back into bed. However, if I do that, I won't be able to take time off for Warner's visitation. I hate it when crap like this forces my hand.

Note to deity: Can I win the lottery now?