Fourteen years ago today, my pappap died. It doesn’t suck any less, but you know what? What good does it do to sit here and mope and be all darkly nostalgic like I usually am on this day? He wouldn’t want that; he hasn’t wanted that. Christ, I get all somberly reflective about him on any other random day of the year. So this time, on this day, Alisha and I are going to Cleveland to see The Used and I think that’s exactly what I need.
This past week can be shoved in the FML bin, but I’m going to make today awesome.