What a friggin week. Valentines day sucks cause I spend it bailing Pauly's ass out of a jam, then I wake up on wednesday and I found out Mike Died, thursday was a struggle for solice while working on backwork couse I couldn't focus worth of shit on Wednesday, Friday I went home to my Mom crying cause she didn't think I was gonna come home. Friday night was an argument on why I should be alowed to go to the wake, Saturday was QT with Mommy (A game of Scrabble YAY), Saturday night was a late night Phonecall from Amy telling me happy belated B day (cause Sondra told her that it was like 2 weeks ago or some shit), and Sunday was Mass, a veiwing of my friend Mike who died at the age of 20, a long quiet ride back to Nova talking about how upset we are about the situation, and then when I get back here I can't find solice while sleaping and when I get up and look at my computer I get a lone IM "by the way, happy belated B day" from Sondra and that's it. She just signed off. no I miss you, no I hope you're OK in reply to my away message about Mike, nothing. just signed off. Guess noone cares about my ass.