It started Saturday morning. I woke up and started my usual routine albeit the floor was a little wet. Not thinking I started cleaning it up and went about my daily business. I eventually made my way outside to work on my laptop while he slept. A while later I notice him walking around quite completely nude. He had apparently forgotten where the bathroom was.

Things only got worse from there. It was a feat to try to get him to even eat, let alone wake up long enough to take his medicine and talk to his wife. I eventually dosed him with lactaloce, thinking that would solve the problem because I was thinking of the high amonia levels again.

That was a mistake. Since 3 am I’ve been cleaning the house with clorox and lysol. Again, he forgot where the bathroom was. You can only imagine.

It’s times like these where I have very angry conversations with James. Of course they’re one sided; me bitching and ranting about how I’m here cleaning up his (James’) mess. Maybe if here were still around, I wouldn’t be so alone in all of this.

To make matters worse on the thinking about James front, I got news Saturday that one of dad’s friend’s son committed suicide in pretty much the same manner as James. He was only 16/17 (I’ve gotten conflicting reports on his age). So Saturday was a pity party day for me. It’s getting closer to the anniversary and Friday I’ll be another year older than James will ever be.

I feel bad, not for the family necessarily, but mainly for his older brother. Again, the conversation I had when I found out about this made my heart ache, not for the boy who died, but his brother. To my source, the older brother was the one they thought would have committed suicide. I know all too well the feeling of being around people who subconsciously think that it should have been you, not the other one. I know the guilt. I know the pain. And my heart breaks for this boy that I don’t even know.

One day the first part of this story will be hilarious. The second part will never be.

Stephanie Myers has a sick, twisted way of describing relationships. That’s it. The first couple of chapters were actually good, until the introduction of Bella’s feelings/thoughts of Edward and his to her. It’s just, it’s, well it’s borderline stalking/abuse. Or at least that’s the way I’m seeing it. Now I’m only in Chapter 8, but that’s what I got from it.

In completely unrelated events, it looks like dad needs blood. So today will be spent at Tampa General getting 2 units. Oh joy. The thing that sucks, I’ll probably miss date night again. Since Supernatural has been back on, we’ve kinda missed it because of one reason or another.

It’s also up to me to do a lot more around here as Bettina’s flown the coup. She took a job working a hail storm loss in South Carolina for a couple of weeks. It’s good for her to get out and work again because she was starting to go batty around here. I just wonder if she’ll be able to handle it when dad actually gets the transplant.

On the other hand, donna-logic.com was created a year later to separate my fanlistings from my personal things. Over the past couple of months, I’ve been trying to tie the two back together, a blog and my fanlistings. That’s been unsuccessful.

So I caved and renewed taintly-faded.org yet again. It’s a piece of me I’m not yet ready to part with.

And on that note, I present to you, a new and improved and css coded by me version of the site. It was a couple weeks in the making. I couldn’t seem to find the right theme, so I opted for the Thematic Framework and inspiration from a ton of minimalistic sites.

So I’ve decided to take it upon myself to create my own. Now that’s another hefty price on me, time. I don’t really have much of that just laying around. As a matter of fact, I barely have any. But I’m going to try.

I’ve downloaded the Thematic Framework and I’ll be attempting to mesh together the themes I liked into one enormous Donna-Logic creation. It’s litteraly been years since I’ve worked on a WordPress theme, so I am a bit rusty. I’m hoping by using the Thematic Framework, it’ll be a bit easier and hopefully faster.

Here’s to wishful thinking… Maybe it’ll be done by my birthday in 23 days. Hopefully.

Oh and let us have a moment of silence for the fallen taintly-faded.org. It expired.

1. I will blog. No really, I will.
2. I’m giving up my paid livejournal. It’s pointless and useless now.
3. I’m giving up taintly-faded.org. Yes, that’s right. I will not renew my baby this year, and this time I mean it.
4. I will blog. No really, I will. See, if I keep telling myself, It will happen