I’ve been doing a bit better the past few days. I’ve been waking up around the same time, going to bed at roughly the same time. I still wake up a bunch in the middle of the night but whatever. Maybe that will go away eventually.
My dad, however, is being a whiny pain. I know you wonder how someone who can’t speak can be whiny but its in the faces the makes and the tone he writes in. He didn’t go to radiation today because he said he was sick to his stomach. He keeps telling them he doesn’t think he can make it all the way through. I have no idea what he’s going to do at this point. If he quits, I don’t really care because since he’s smoking, it doesn’t seem he minds if the cancer comes back.
Zach is all signed up for fall semester classes. He starts on August 29th. I don’t know which one of us is more freaked out. He’s taking speech from the same professor I took speech with, and psychology with the same teacher I had, so I know he’ll have a couple of good classes.