the morning after

i slept until about 11 this morning.

needless to say, i was late for work.

but they knew in advance. by 8am at least. i had a panicked phone call from the coworker i'd called last night to inform of the situation. at 8am. making sure i was okay and all.

for the record, i'm fine. i am. worried as hell about my mother, but my sister is en route to cali as we speak to hold down the fort.

i am not.

i am the bad daughter.

but we knew that already.

but back to the 8am phone call. yeah. i was only barely coherent when he called. i don't know what he said. i don't know what i said to him. i was both exhausted and hung over at that time, because like a good child of emotional cripples and alcoholics, i got very, very drunk last night. very much so.

so much for coping maturely.

oh, and just as an update on the infamous spectre i saw last night, just after getting the news...all is well in our little relationship. no drama, no trauma. except for the fact that while on one hand, he's become an older brother of sorts, a little part of me is actually going to be in love with him for hte rest of my life. which makes for an awkward push/pull tattoo on my psyche. but everybody deserves to have that kind of tragedy from time to time. it builds character, right?