I start my chemistry class today. I don't even have my textbook. It feels weirdly disrespectful to my father to just go on with life like this. I was at a church breakfast on Saturday, just for the primary kids and their teachers, and of course people offered their condolences, or didn't know Dad had passed and then felt terrible for saying the wrong thing, or didn't say so much as boo to me. It turns out nobody can say or do the right thing just now, unless they've been through this and understand. I ditched church on Sunday because I couldn't bear the thought of people offering their condolences, and then I actually felt kind of irritated when somebody left me a message trying to get me to come to stake choir practice. Shouldn't the whole world know about my father? At least I am aware that I am irrational and impossible to please.
Oh, and we didn't get the Avocado House. I know it's insignificant compared to my other loss, but it's still an insult on top of injury. I hope the rest of 2009 improves, or I may have to look into liquor. ;)