Another person I'm related to has died. That's like the fourth death recent death, I think, but I'm honestly starting to lose track. My extended family is dropping like flies, that's the important thing, here. This guy, a cousin however many times removed, he killed himself, but that's not surprising. People on both sides of my family kill themselves all the damn time.
Dates for the funerals are starting to overlap; there are scheduling conflicts.
That's messed up.
I'm sick of the pain in my side stabbing me every time I take a breath, which is mostly bearable, unless I happen to yawn, and then it's not. It started last night, and I'm wondering if the anxiety-fest that's been my life since the beginning of December is starting to have physiological consequences. I want to write something, but I'm sick of realizing, again and again, how creative I'm not. I'm really tired.
I'm going back to bed.