I love you, I love you, I love you.

My grandmother died this morning. My friends have gone above and beyond the duty of comforting me, and I'm very glad that I'm at this point in my life where they are my friends.

We had lots of warning about grandma's death and she was hoping for it, so I'm torn between grief that my grandmother is gone and also relief that she's not suffering anymore.

Guys, don't start smoking when you're eleven and keep it up for several decades. It's hell on your lungs. This is my advice to you.

Also big ups to my teddybear who was there when I needed it for the loud sobbing part of the day.