I have to say, this hasn’t been the best weekend on record as of late.

Last weekend was great - my aunt and her fiance were in town for the weekend and I had the entire weekend off, and got to meet the guy.  Hung out with my family all weekend and, yeah, that was nice.  My brother arrived in town on Sunday evening (after riding the Harley from BC), and is leaving Tuesday.

This past week was just weird.  Friday night I went and saw Hellboy II with friends and, hey, it’s awesome.  Go see it.  Much fun.  Saturday morning I worked, then had pizza at Mom & Dad’s, then went out to the King’s Head pub for my friend Melanie’s Going Away party.  She’s moving to Australia for at least a year, and who knows where she’ll go after that.  It was a good time (except for the fact I didn’t know anyone there besides Mel until Maria showed up after work), and many, many tears were shed when people were leaving.  I’m going to miss that girl so much.  We don’t hang out a whole lot any more, but the friendship is timeless - no matter how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other last, we’re all caught up in minutes and everything’s peachy keen.  I can’t believe she’s leaving on Friday and damn, I’m going to miss her so much.  But, bright side: I’ll have a place to stay if/when I ever make it to Melbourne.

Plus plus also and on my way to work this afternoon, I drive past my friends’ Mom’s house and there’s a bunch of emergency vehicles in the area, and it looks like smoke’s coming from the area of her house (the house is on a funky little cove so I couldn’t tell for real).  Called Stacy’s cell, it went to voicemail, then I called the house and got her roommate to wake her up.  I got her to call her Mom and see if she was okay.  Apparently the hot water tank exploded and the house caught on fire.  They had four cats, Shadow, Scully, Thebes and Thumbelina, and only Shadow, the oldest at, like, 28 years old, was the only one that survived, because he was sitting on Stacy’s mom’s lap and she carried him out.  I guess the damage is bad enough that the entire place has to be gutted and rebuilt.  Everyone’s okay.  Her mom was the only one home and just suffered some minor smoke inhalation, but she’s fine.  She’ll be living with Stacy and her roommate for the next few months, until they get everything renovated.

I used to call Stacy’s mom Mom when I was in high school - I was over at their house ALL the time.

Gah. I’m just not in the right frame of mind to deal with Monday right now.  Can I just go to bed tonight and be able to stay there for the next few days?  I’m really feeling like I’m about to cry.  It’s crazy.

Okay, enough emo-me.  I’m going to crawl into bed with a book and read for a while.