Mare is a procrastinator.

I have so much I have to do today. I was too tired to get much done yesturday, which means I have a mountain of homework to get done today. Oh Mare, why do you procrastinate so? I wanted to go to church, but we'll have to see how much gets done. Siobhan and I spent a couple of hours last night painting our skulk flag. Dan drew the design, and Siobhan did most of the painting, I just helped paint the letters and the stars. It looks aight.

My mum called me last night, mostly to tell me she wouldn't be emailing me for a few days becuase daddy's updating the computer which involves something with the motherboard. Really, I wasn't listening and I don't know anything about computers, so I don't know what's going on. She also updated me about grandma and hinted at me to come home. Grandma was supposed to come home sometime this week, but Dr Stecyk is keeping her in the hospital until she's more stable. Which means she's not coming home. And she didn't want to die in the hospital. She wanted to be in her own bed. But they've doubled her morphine, so she isn't awake very often. And even when she is, she's only awake for a few minutes and she can't really talk. So there's no point in my going home anytime soon. I know mum wants me to, but I don't think I can handle her constant talking at me about grandma and her crying and everything. And so I just wait here for the inevitable, and try to be as normal as possible. Because really, crying doesn't help anything. And why should I subject everyone else to my emotions when they shouldn't have to deal with them?

But anyways, I really have to get working. I hate homework.