I'm not stupid, but I'm getting there.

(Yes, a title that is not from the song I'm listening to... because I'm not listening to music. Quote from Survivor - Palahnuik)

A moment of semi-joy: I'm off crutches. I'm now 'limpy' in lieu of 'hoppy'.

Car crashes happen. A lot lately. Rackley and Freeman are ok, bruised and sore, but ok. Bec is out of hospital. on crutches with a leg cast, sling and bandanna (to cover the cuts and bruises), but ok. The boy from grade 9 died at the scene. We're told on impact, or soon enough after that - before the pain had not fully kicked in. When I was told I smiled softly to myself and hoped he was happy... my Mum was shaken and said "His poor mother. Oh, that's terrible." I wondered if she would leave him flowers at his grave. Such a pointless, silly gesture. I think I would.
I don't make much sense, do I? Mmm. Odd day.
I feel more empathy for fictional characters these days. They make me cry, but when it's somebody I know, I find myself annoyed that I can't talk to them anymore, but there are no tears.
I'm re-thinking my tattoos. I still want them, but not for the reasons I used to have.
Right now, I feel empty. I think it's because I'm tired. It's 4am. Good morning.