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Wednesday 10 April 2002
dead of night phone calls

the phone rang late last night, and it was my dad. i stood at the door while i listened to my mother talk to him and continually say 'doctor' and 'is it bad?' and it confused me, but when i got talking to him he didn't want to talk about what happened. my mum told me what happened tonight, and he's doing okay.
puts things into perspective, like things on a message board. those little things that seem so important like changing the colours, changing ranks for people, getting myself down about someone who's being a pain in the ass - don't seem so important right now. i wish that those people knew that too.

 

Replies: message (1) With things like this, I don't know whether to be grateful that real life comes and makes net issues seem miniscule, or to wish the net issues were my biggest problems. Take care. Posted by Kiba @ 10 april 2002 11:59 PM AEST