Twitter is twitting out on me.
I got a call about an hour ago from a very good friend and former co-worker in California that her father passed away yesterday evening. He had pancreatic cancer and was just diagnosed on Feb 6th. sigh So here I sit at work feeling sad and useless to help my friend and her family (who are all friends too). Ray had the fullest, loudest, and hardiest laugh I’ve ever heard. I’m gonna miss him very much.
So sorry to hear of your loss, Gryper. Thank you, though, for sharing such a wonderful memory of Ray’s laugh. Wherever he is, I’m sure he knows how much you miss him.
Well, what was allergies has now turned into some full fledged mutant bug that took me to the ER early this morning with an asthmatic attack. (That was fun!) As I sit here trying to get SOME work done my temperature is slowly rising, and I’m starting to feel like I should go back to bed.
But…must…finish…this…piece…
Don’t fight it, go to bed.
If I go to bed I’ll never be able to get up in the morning.
Listen to your body and go to bed. Your body has a way of telling you what it wants. You will only get sicker longer if you do not listen now.
Go to bed!
Listen to her Armando! You’ll get better faster with a little rest!
I did. Watched a Firefly (“The Message.” Sniff, sniff) then slept for an hour. Feel a little better. Still have a mild fever and the cough still sucks, but hey, it’s an excuse to skip work tomorrow, I guess.
Fevers are tricky. You feel good in the morning and then all hell breaks loose and you need more rest. Take care of yourself and take the day off.
I am. I just emailed my classes to let them know. That’s two Wednesdays in a row they get off though (Elena was sick last week). I find it hard to feel guilty given how the school is treating me these days, though.
My father left me £10,000 in his will, I know, thats not something to bitch about, but goddamit, those people, and him especially, treated me like dirt for years, and completely disowned me for changing things about my life and myself that needed changing, and now this. What the hell am i supposed to do about this? The money could sort out a lot of things for me, but I don’t feel like I should take the cash, it’s something he wanted to give to his son, and that’s not me, thats not been me for almost a decade now.
There are worse thing to moan about, but any ideas would be awesome.
Give it to me.
In seriousness, give it to a deserving charity.
Like me.
I’m not sure, but I thought that a critical aspect of the whole disowning process was to remove you from the will. That he didn’t says something, maybe not much or well, but something. I’d think of it as a posthumous attempt at reconciliation.
And if you want something else to complain about, why not worry about which charity would torque him in just the right spot to which you could give a bit of that. I think Pike would be happy to effect whatever vile offense you deem appropriate.
I hate colds. I hate it especially when they don’t end. Don’t encourage it.
Good feel better.
He gave you the money because you are you. He could have taken you out of his will at any time. I say accept the gift and then put it where you feel it best belongs.
I think you should take the money and put it into a bank. Let it sit until the hard hit you are taking passes. Then make a choice about what you want to do with it. You could give it to charity, use it yourself or help out your family. The choice should be made with a clear head.
Thanks Armando. 
Sorry to hear you are under the weather. Hope you feel better soon.
I think Leah is a wise, wise woman. Listen to her, TNM.
If you decide to give the money away, though, PM me and I’ll give you my address. 
So everyone agrees take the money and give it to them. No, just take your time. Ten years or so of family problems will not be solved in a day. I still say the same, take the money and let it sit till you can sort your fathers death and family problems a bit more. Talk to your family ( the ones you call family) they can be more of help than us since they know what made you split with your biological family.