Can't sleep...

...thanks to that coffee I had at Macaroni Grill at dinner. Grrr.

This morning at 6 a.m. my loca friend from 9th grade who lives in Las Vegas called me. I ALWAYS answer the phone at all hours but I was really tired and figured it was just her being crazy. I listened to the message and she said she was in the hospital and needed to talk to me. With that, I knew if I called her back my sleep would be over. I really needed more sleep...so I slept for one more hour and then called her. She told me she has a brain tumor. She'd been having headaches for a couple months and had even gone to a clinic (she's uninsured, of course). They sent her home with antibiotics for an alleged ear infection so she dealt with the headaches and shit. Saturday night she vomited blood. SO she went to the hospital. They gave her a CAT scan and then today an MRI. A neurosurgeon is supposed to be coming to talk with her tonight and she thinks she'll be operated in tomorrow morning. She has a marriage that's over without a divorce, a 6-year-old daughter who LOVES her mama, and a psycho-bitch mother who has never been good to her. I'm worried about her. She's one of those friends who I know will always be in my life and more importantly, always in my heart. I called my other childhood friend (since 2nd grade) to tell her since we had all been so close in high school. She was sorry to hear my bad news and told me her children's father was still in jail (they've been apart for years and he ahs a drug problem, a fucked-up rmarriage, and it appears some mental illness coming on). He's getting out soon and plans to return to his life with the terrible wife and drugs.

These women are like my sisters. It weighs heavy on my shoulders and reminds me how appreciative I should be of my life. It could be a lot fucking worse.

On a brighter note, El tóxico's niece is in town so we've been hanging out, baking, having fun. She's so great...I just love her.