There's a Mac vs. PC debate going on behind me.
I don't care.
I hate Mac's layout and interface (yeah, yeah. so what) but I'll probably wind up with one because they tend to be better for graphics, and hell, what else am I gonna do? Eh. I probably won't do graphics for a living, now that I think on it... so I'll just keep the computer I've got until it's considered ancient and obsolete. Because I'm clingy like that.
My mom really thinks it'll be today. Nicole told me not to tell her if I don't see her. Not to get her. I suppose I understand that. Abuelita's breathing is really really shallow - only a few times a minute. So yeah.
I've come to terms with it, for the most part. Michael
, I don't suppose I need that hug anymore (I don't suppose he'd give it in any case. pbpbppbpttpbptb.) In many ways, it feels like she's already gone; it's just that someone's always with her. It sounds so horrible to say, but we'll all feel a slight sense of relief when she does pass on. She'll never be in pain again, and she'll be with my abuelo (who, if this photo
is to be believed, is a total badass. He's the one holding the baby. ^_^). We'll miss her terribly - I already do, but... yeah.
I ordinarily wouldn't be so moody. But it's mostly the lack of sleep, I think. (running on under two hours at the moment)