All I want to do these days is sleep. Even more so than usual, I mean. For two days in a row I've tried to get my ass up early in the morning so I could go over to the library and work on my law assignment (which I can't make heads or tails of), but each morning there just seemed to be a new reason for me not to get up. Granddad is slipping into a coma. Yesterday we had yet another false alarm about him going. My aunt (who's a doctor working in the hospital my granddad is at) is really in no position to make observations or judgements about him. It's pissing everyone off, actually. I feel like I've been such a downer the past week or so. Oh well anyway. HEY. It's so annoying when strangers try to pick you up in front of the damn hospital. Do they not realize that I'm there to visit a sick person? I'm not saying that in other circumstances I would accept it, but really...Doing so in this circumstance is just tasteless. I have nothing else to say. Actually, I do. I feel like running away. I wish I was one of my cousins studying abroad who can't --or just won't--come home to see my granddad. I feel like I can't take another day of this. I think my mother thinks I don't care about my granddad. Or that I don't care enough. Well. Nothing I've done has ever been good enough for her, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised at this. If you really knew what I was thinking, you'd want to kill yourself. A cigarette should be nice.