If it isn't one thing, it's another.

Why is it that just as soon as they leave, something bad happens?

My grandmother fell this morning.

Okay, so I guess that isn't too bad...I mean it could be a lot worse.

But I still feel so bad for her.

And of course I live the closest out of my family.

After I got out of class, I drove to see her in the hospital.

She just looked so pitiful.

I sat in her hospital room for 3 hours listening to the nurses drone on.

My parents finally got to town just long enough to take me out to dinner,

and then I turned back around and came home.

And now I have a paper to finish by tomorrow morning.

I just want a break.

And I just want my soldier.

And a good night's sleep wouldn't hurt, either.