routine much...

it's my first day back to work and i can't say that i'm excited or anything. i'm actually not looking forward to it at all. i'm tired. i couldn't sleep at all last night because my brain didn't want to turn off and i ended up just texting the whole night. teh failure. and this morning i had to take my grandma somewhere. but anywho...

sidenote... i can't cry. i just can't. i miss my dad but it still hasn't completely sunk in that he's gone. and just because i haven't cried yet means it doesn't matter to me, according to other people. i don't want anyone to ever say that to me. well... time to get ready.