:: sigh ::

Jan. 28th, 2002 11:43 am
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Dad gave me the day off from work today. I'm not quite sure why- suspect he's still "worried" about me and doesn't want me to "overdo it..." Bloody Hell.

Just found out Ilene has an extremely rare form of cancer. There are two types; one you die in six months, the other you have up to five years left. Jesus. I can't believe this. I just can't believe it. Not Ilene. This is the last thing anyone needs, right now. It never stops.

They had Christine's memorial service this weekend. Aunt Sean and Nana went. Ellen was waiting for a body to come back, but I don't think any are going to at this point. Between the weight of all the material, the way the Towers fell down, and the amount of time it's been- I just don't think that they're going to find any more identifiable bodies in there, that's all. But Chris talked her into doing the memorial, and said that if they did find a body, they'd just have a funeral. I think they had a funeral for Billy, though. I'm not quite sure but I think he was one of the sixteen firemen that they found right away.

"If you're troubled... you just gotta let it go..."

Yeah, sing it, Alicia.

Since I have the day off I suppose I should work on some writing. Start that one novel and all, now that I have the notes for it. And work on the other one. I've been doing way too much fanfic lately. Time to get some real work done.
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