So my grandma isn't doing well and I've been kind of stressed about that lately. Over a week ago, dad made me take him to the airport at five in the morning and it has fucked over my sleeping so much that it's basically impossible to sleep without nyquil D:. I'm willing to give melatonin another shot, but I haven't had the time to buy it. The good news is that hopefully in October, we can have grandma live in a nursing home in state rather than out of state. The bad news is that her dementia has progressed to Alzheimers and it really upsets dad. I've kind of accepted it. I'll be happy as long as she remembers us from time to time.
Also I'm annoyed that in so many cases, I get completely stammered with just one or two drinks. Was drinking with coworkers today. You know them library-types, complete party animals
. Anyway, I had two cocktails and was so damn drunk, I'm glad that they cut me off or else I'd be passed out somewhere. At the same time, I'm disappointed they cut me off because I *wanted* to be passed out somewhere >_>;. Too bad this isn't Japan and you can't really do that in public here. Once I get to a certain level, I can't really control myself and need others to control me. Must have something to do with my Russian blood. Mom's side are all horrible drunkards.