So busy doing nothing, my grandpa fell off a ladder and ended going to the hospital, but he's fine, he was himself when I saw him, so that was great. But the fucking idea that just had to go through my head when I was sitting in church, what if he died? I mean my grandma is one of those people who probably wouldn't last a year after something like that happens, death that is. I was scared to see him come back, just scared.
I might go to San Antonio next month when my dad comes back from Iowa whenever that is. My aunt is just a bitch, that's just it and I don't want to post about it or want anything to do with her.