I'm starting to get used to sleeping alone...

Yeah...
Andy didn't come home last night either. The bed is kinda nice without Andy taking most of it up. My cats keep me company though. Scrat likes to sleep right beside me, stretched out along my body. Boo likes to sleep on top of me, with his head nuzzled underneath my chin. And Kitty, well, she'll just perch wherever (my hip, my stomach, my legs, etc) and fall asleep that way.
I'm staying at someone's house tonight. Not sure if it's going to be my cousin Sandy, or a friend from work. I'll figure that out after I get a hold of my friend from work.
I have no clue what's going on, and I'm getting rather annoyed about talking about it all the time. Not that I don't appreciate everyone who's here for me, cuz I do, but after a while, there's only so many times you can say 'Andy didn't come home'...
Today's a sad day in itself as well. Usually a day that I don't like to be alone. It is the 6 year anniversary of my uncle Stephen's death, when he committed suicide. Stephen's death is something that hit me very hard when it happened, and I'm still not fully over it. Death and loss is something that has always been horrible for me. The first death that I dealt with was that of my nannie Reid's in November of 1999. Then it was Stephen's in 2001, also my great aunt Philly and my great grandmother who died on Stephen's death anniversary. I also lost a good friend of mine who I sang barbershop with and who was also a teacher of mine in grade 7, Mrs. Janet Neary. She died during rehearsals for Glory Days, so last summer sometime. Then grampie Reid died in February of 2006 after a week of being in a sort of coma. I was blessed to be in the room with the family when he passed on. It was a strange experience but it had SUCH closure to it. And now, just this month, a woman who I loved, respected and looked up to, died of ALS. She led the children's choir Kids for Christ that I joined in the summer between grades 5 and 6. After I was too old for KFC, I joined the sanctuary choir that she directed and got involved in the church. Jane was the person who led me to the church and in turn, led me to Christ. And from that, I led my parents to Christ. It truly is amazing how God works like that. I was just kid who was bored in the summer time and was going to DVBS's in the summer to keep me occupied and then I joined something at the church and now, 10 years later, my father, who I led to Christ, is now leading his own flock and leading people to Christ himself. Praise God. It truly is amazing.
Death sure is something that engulfs our lives with no hesitation. And dealing with death can be soooooo hard. Just recently, dad's church lost a member of their church, and seeing the heart-ache on everyone's faces, or seeing grown men cry (*hugs to Cory*), can really pull at your heart-strings.

There's an online game I play called Dark Risings. It's a MUD (Multi-User Dungeon) and is all text based. There are no pictures, just text and you can run around, leveling up your characters, killing monsters, saving people, getting money or equipment. Also, you can make friendships, or relationships with the other characters, or the people behind the characters. My character on the game is named Xanaphia. She's a merfolk (half fish, half person - think Little Mermaid). Now, Xanaphia had a child with a Kine (human) named Omito {I'm actually laughing right now at the fact that I'm explaining my game to you and thinking you -might- care}. Anyways, Omito and Xanaphia have a child named Myrhar (Drow for Miracle Child). Myrhar was sick from birth and never gained weight. Okay... skip ahead about 7 months. Just two or three days ago, the person behind Omito and I decided that our child would die from this sickness. We passed in a very touching, moving and lifelike way, and last night, we had the funeral. It was very sad and about 10 people showed up. We were able to get the administrators of the game to help us out and make it life-like by getting a coffin made and setting the coffin into the waters and the waters taking it away.
Anyways.... not that you guys care, and you probably thing it's morbid and weird, but oh well. Dark Risings is a big part of my day usually and I've made a lot of friends that way. One of my best friends is Brad, from Michigan. He plays a character named Argban. It's nice to make friends that way and have the friendship continue into real life and beyond the realms of the game.

Wow... that was a lot of typing. I'm at work right now for about 5 mins or so. So... I should end this. I'll repost tonight with my daily song.
-T