infinitelykaty

I want a cup holder in my car big enough to hold a keg.

I felt the love when I stumbled in and read all of the comments left on my last entry. I promise I'll reply to them tomorrow. I'm fucking exhausted now...
What a day.
I hate being on death watch.
I hate that in that last entry I asked where the hell Eddie was.
I'd hate to think I received the answer to that when I saw the news this morning that his Marine Division went down in that helicopter.
I've been up since six o'clock yesterday morning. All day I phoned back and forth with Seret trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.
I hate those phone calls. I've been a part of too many of them. I don't know which is worse, dialing or answering.
They left me sitting alone at a restaurant today for two hours. I tried to fill-in a crossword puzzle, then I realized I kind of suck at crossword puzzles. So I sat and stared at my Cherry Coke for most of the time. I exchanged a couple of silly text messages with Sita, because I needed that, and in the empty booth she was as much in reach as any of my good friends.
Then, even though the big picture of a Marine helicopter crash had been my focus all day, the smaller one...that Eddie could be dead, snuck up on me.

Ah, fuck this.
My boy is not dead.
He can't be.
I'm going to sleep.