Wednesday, 3/14/01

That's the problem with the inevitable. No matter how long you put it off, it always ends up happening. I was talking on the phone with my dad this evening, and he asked about Joanne. And so I had to tell him. That felt really awful. I feel sick just thinking about it. I'm glad it was my dad and not my mom that I was talking to. My father is very... stoic. He was obviously very affected, but didn't make a big deal about it. It was clear that I didn't want to talk about it, so he just said something about "counting the children before they hatch" and left it at that. I feel more sorry for my parents than I do for myself.