It's true, I fuckin' love fish.
// Each time I play Sims 3 I am in awe of myself more & more.
Look at this fucking gorgeous bullshit.
How do I do it?
// By not writing shit in my novel for NanoWrimo, that's for damn sure. Haven't touched it since my last entry.
// My grandmother died on November 5th from lung cancer.
She only knew she had it since like, December of last year. Before she found out she felt completely fine. She was a woman of the 60s and smoked like a chimney, though. The funeral was last Saturday, November 16th. My anxiety is so horrible and rampant that I freaked out about going for weeks. My family is very religious -- I am not. I thought for sure they were going to judge me, think less of me and make me feel awful about that.
But that didn't happen. //
It was a very nice funeral, and a nice weekend. We all got to hang out afterwards, talk & have a good time. I was going to visit CindyBob, my favorite aunt & uncle in October (my anxiety stopped me from doing that, too) and after the funeral we got to talk all night about movies and writing and getting in the zone (which is nearly impossible for me). I'll visit CindyBob for real over my birthday, in April.
Today wolfboy & I are looking at two houses.
// Then I will become very depressed when I can't move in fucking immediately.