French Pressed Cowboy Coffee

I got to the airport two hours before my scheduled flight. Thanks to my flight being delayed, I was there four and a half hours early.

I drank beer to kill my anxiety. I paced around the airport a lot. I paid $4 for a soda, just to be able to sit in the bar and smoke.

The trip as a whole was fun. The drive from Florida to Nashville was 12 hours. The drive from Nashville to Troy took 9 hours. I did it all alone, but didn't get tired until Ohio. I'm not gonna lie, for the most part, I do not like Ohio.

Back here in the mitten, things are hectic and topsy-turvy.

I decided to stop being a lazy ass, and start writing a story.

I've had dozens of "good ideas", but this one, this one I think I'll follow through on it.

Back to writing and menthols.

Leaving on a midnight plane to Florida.

The title says it all.

I'll be back in the mitten next weekend.

Godspeed.

Anxiety sickness

I talked to my mom, and she said that I should still plan on flying to Florida on Thursday night.

"Grandpa could be here today, and not tomorrow.... and the same could be said about us too."

It's weird how, for me at least, things could be hectic, and I could be at my wits end, but when my mom offers up advice, it helps to calm my anxiety.

Moms are good like that.

My namesake....

I found out today that my Grandfather was given "a week or so" to live.

He's been in wavering health for the two years, and his most recent bout of illness, 2 weeks ago, was due to internal bleeding that the doctors couldn't find the source of.

My mom called me when I was at work today, on lunch, eating taco bell with my wife in her car. From what doctors said, my grandpa once again has internal bleeding, plus he's retaining water, and has gained 20lbs (as a result of him having congestive heart failure).

I'm supposed to be heading to Florida on Thursday, then driving my father-in-law's car back up to Michigan (with a stop off in Nashville), but that's kinda up in the air right now.

Well, I should start working on homework, I just needed to vent in hopes of clearing my thoughts.

The Fight In Me

Studying for my first exam of the semester (I've had 6 papers due already). Drinking a soy latte, and enjoying free Wi-Fi at Biggby (Why'd they change their name)? Listening to Deadtown (They're one of those bands that I wish I was in).

At 7:45am this morning I got a phone call that my old manager, Jackie, found her husband dead last night in their garage. Steve was such an awesome guy! My most recent memory of him was when he came to my wedding, and during the reception, he was outside smoking, and I was sneaking a smoke away from where everyone was outside talking, and Steve walked up to me, shook my hand, and said "You've done good kid!" I feel so bad for Jackie. She's an absolutely amazing person, that terrible things happen to. First she lost both of her sons when they were hit by a drunk-driver while riding their snowmobiles, then about a year ago she was diagnosed with Cancer, and now she's lost her husband. My heart goes out to her.

Sorry to be such a downer, but....

Spring Rolls & Lo-Mein

This was in my fortune cookie the other night.

God I hope it's true.

Curtiss.

Katie Saved Me From The Pope.

I just woke up about 12 minutes ago, from a super weird dream. I'll cut through all the fluff, and tell you my favorite part:

My parents were having a huge dinner at their house, and for some reason The Pope showed up. While eating dinner, I say aloud, "It just hit me! Holy Shit! The Pope is sitting across from me eating dinner, and I should be excited right? Truthfully, it does nothing for me." At which point, in the dream, my cell phone started to ring, and I said, "That's my wife calling, I have to take this." And walked out of my parents' house.

Take Care.