Ugh, this was the assiest week, like, evah. Firstly, my grandmother had two heart attacks! Okay, so they weren't hugely severe, and she isn't dead, but she is still in hospital and the cardiologist said that if she hadn't already been in hospital when the second attack hit her she could have carked it. Gulp. I've been quite lucky in that death hasn't really touched me much. I've only had one grandfather die, and we weren't all that close and he died like, fifteen years ago now. I'm sort of scared of death. I don't think I'd be able to handle it.

Secondly, I had a huge-ass fight with Cap Guy over... I can't even remember what it was about. But it was quite horrid, and nearly spelled the end for us. We probably should have called it quits, but it happened at like, midnight so I just went to sleep, and then the next day was marginally better, and then you can't really dump someone the day after because things aren't quite as bad and you sort of tell yourself that you can't end a relationship over a fight that happened in the past... but things haven't really improved all that much. It's kind of obvious that things are on the way out. I don't think he loves me, and he doesn't really seem to value me/prioritise me etc. But I'm such a pussy, I can't have a sit-down-we-need-to-talk moment. Sigh.

And then thirdly, my father--at the age of 54--has decided to respecialise, which means halving his income while he does re-registrar-ing or something equally ridiculous. HOW FUCKING SELFISH! I'm having a crisis here!!!