I hate this meaningless life
Woke up. The internet is still no call from Dad or the hospital. I assume that means he's made it through the night.
My slavery is scheduled to start in the next five and a half hours. My internet is still acting up; none of that matters. I want this day to be over.
I know I should be doing something to take my mind off of this but, what is the point? I want to know how my Dad is doing. Jeremy and Mom slept through the night.
I think I'm still trying to prepare for not having Dad around anymore. I accept that his death is…