Merry Shitmas you assholes! pt.2 I'm going to be serious for a minute.  Mods, go ahead, and delete me, I know, I'm breaking the rules. I'm going on hour 64 of being awake.  I'm not on meth.  I'm not high on the Christmas spirit.  I'm not going crazy, no breakdowns, maybe a little bit of a downward spiral.  And believe me, you don't want what I'm having. My grandmother  has been on home hospice care since November.  I've been with her too.  She's been more or less ok, until ~70 hours ago.  She went down, hard.  I don't know if she knows I'm here.  I don't know if she's awake, sleeping, if it's the morphine clouding her mind, or the cancer.  The only time I know she's awake is when she's moaning "help me."  It's the only thing she's said since, I don't know, maybe Wednesday.  Every five or six hours. I know it's Saturday, Christmas Eve.  Whatever the fuck day it is, she's awake, every hour.  Maybe every two hours.  Maybe more, maybe less. It's a lot. It's still Wednesday to me.  Or maybe Tuesday.  It doesn't matter.  It's the longest day of my life.  So yeah.  I meant what I said.  Thank you.   You guys are great all year, but today, you're my favorite distraction.  I would have made it through on my own of course, but I'm glad I didn't have to.  I guess I'm just full of the Christmas spirit, but today, even you, you lurking trashbags full of tapioca, even you helped.  So thank you all. LOL jk.  I'm not going crazy.  You adipose avalanches can suck it.  I hope Santa fills your stockings with your amputated feet.