When you hit bottom, all you can do is go up
Saturday, May 19, 2012
I've had a momentously bad week. Monday was the anniversary of my father's passing, which always hits me pretty hard. It was also our last week of school, which is extremely busy for teachers trying to get everything in and done, with graduation on Tuesday. Wednesday my grandpa was taken off of his machines, resulting in his passing away Thursday morning, which was also when I found out I was losing about $1,500 on the sale of my snow mobile, and my Flip camera was stolen. Today I was treated poorly by my neighbors demanding (not asking) me to move my snow mobile (not the one I sold) because it was blocking the path their fourwheeler was going to take to move things to their new house (which I originally was going to move into, but gave to them because I am far too nice). Tomorrow I will fly out of this village and into Anchorage, where I will drink heavily and say to hell with the calories. Sunday I will recover from that, and Monday I will recharge and start fresh, eating good, fresh food, walking a lot, and laughing with friends I haven't seen all year.