Oh the irony. F-U-N stands for fuck u, November, in case there was any confusion.

I feel absolutely defeated. November is no longer content to just go after me, but now seems to ravaging everyone around me.

Do you know how many times people have cried in my presences in the past 24 hours?

Six.

That is much to much.

I thought this year, things would be different. I was plowing through, full steam ahead. I was taking things one day at a time, and the next thing I knew, I was halfway through this month that seems to have some sort of ungodly vendetta towards me.

I was woken up on Saturday morning by a phone call from my mother. My father went into outpatients the night before feeling a bit off and with a burning in his throat and then had a mild heart attack when he was there. He has been there all weekend and they are doing an ECG on him sometime today to assess if there was any damage. They will likely bring him to the special unit in SJ by Wednesday where they will do a ballooning, or, if necessary, surgery. All things considered, he is extremely lucky. He didn't have any typical symptoms and he was lucky to have had the attack while in the hospital. He may only have minor damage, which his doctor says is likely to repair itself. But it served as a warning.

On the other end of the seriousness scale, yet I am posting these things chronologically, I decided that in order to distract myself while waiting for my mother to call me with updates, I decided to go take advantage of my 'loyalty bonus' (pft) at my cell phone company. So, I picked it out. The LG Rumour has a nifty slide-out QWERTY keyboard, which is great, except that THE R KEY IS FUCKED UP. Whenever I send a text message, if I decide to use a word with an "r" in it (ex: motherfucker), the message will SEND whenever I press the R key. So, it's really annoying. And I've spent many a 15 cents this weekend sending half-update texts to my sister. Also, the phone does not read my mini SD card. Faaaaaaawwwck.

But wait! There's more! During one of our many phone calls this weekend, my mother told me that doctors found another spot on one of my aunts lungs (she already have 1/4 of her left lung removed) and so she has to go back into hospital. In fucking addition to this, one of my uncles has also been admitted to the hospital in SJ with a variety of issues.

And so, finally. Yesterday afternoon, one of our neighbours, who looks like that actor from the Princess Bride, came to ask us if our basement was leaking. BUT WAIT! I hear you all say.. DIDN'T YOU JUST BUY THIS BRAND NEW TOWNHOUSE THAT IS LIKE... 6 MONTHS OLD? Yes! You are correct! Why would I possibly have a leaky basement?

BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING NOFUCKINGVEMBER!!!!

November 1st is MUCH TOO EARLY to start celebrating Christmas.

That is all.