2:30 in the morning, and guess what, can't sleep again. This heartburn crap has got to stop sometime. I was thinking that the reason I've felt like crap for the past couple of months is that I was taking cold medicine almost every day, I'm trying not to now. It's just my sinuses are all f'd up and I really can't breathe before I go to bed. The breathe-right strips are helping, along with the Vicks shoved into my nostrils every night.
M emailed me last night, read it this afternoon- K's mom died. M didn't have any info, but she said I could call her as she didn't have my # (?). I left a message on her home machine with my cell and home #, she didn't call. Back to that whole coincidence crap, I was on the NY paper blog and read that they wanted to develop land near the cemetery there. That's the one that K's great-grandfather had the gravestones done for his parents and brother before he died. Funeral homes are the business to be in, everyone gets there eventually. That's where B's father was taken, that horrible experience that we shared nearly 15 years ago already. I'm sorry that B had to go thru all that stuff when his mother died, but I'm thankful that I stayed here. I keep saying we have to do wills, he won't give me a straight answer on what he wants when the time comes, I just want to be cremated- whatever with the ashes.
M had told me a while ago that she had run into K's mom and that she had asked about me. M says the woman loved me, which I find hard to believe. I always thought she resented me, and was glad when the relationship was over, she always seemed to like M much more than me. I remember a phone conversation with her, something about how he couldn't have a car at college because seeing me would distract him from his school work. Well, we stayed together thru the long distance relationship and then some, we were so different back then. I couldn't see that we were so different, I always thought he settled for his life when he could've been such a great teacher or something else besides a laborer. Not that there's anything wrong with that kind of job, but it's seems like a bit of a waste. He would also be a great dad, it's too bad his mother didn't see that with him, M says his sister has a son though. I'm so glad my parents are happy and healthy, I feel so bad for Mr. B- he was almost always nice to me and had that quiet sense of humor. I don't know K anymore and haven't for years, but I would like to send a sympathy card or note just to let him know that I care. It's strange that I almost went to NY this week, now I'm glad I didn't- it would be too weird. I really wanted to see my parents, A, and even J. I would've liked to see M too. I'm starting my new job on Mon, I just hope I really like it and it's the last job I have and retire someday. B's snoring his brains out, but I need to sleep- tomorrow's July 4th and Kelly will be petrified most of the night from the fireworks. Good night everyone, or good morning it seems.