The actions of 50% of the people living in this house are really getting old. Please somebody, take me away. I feel like I don't have anything worth saying anymore. And almost everything that comes out of my mouth is a complaint, a whine, or a bitch. Yes, that is definitely old. I feel bad, but I just don't want to go to the hospital today. So I'm not going. I'm going to spend some time with Azzi instead. I only wish I didn't have to come home after that. If I had money I would shack up in a hotel room for a day or two. I know it's selfish to feel this way. I just can't take it anymore. There was an ambulance making its way to the hospital yesterday at the same time I was. The sight of it made me emotional, for some reason...Can you believe it? It's got something to do with my granddad, I think. They took him away on an ambulance exactly a week ago today. They've moved him out of ICU, by the way, into a normal room, which is good. I'm glad we haven't lost him. There's a cicak in my room. I can't see it, but it announces its presence every once in a while. How gross. I wish it would just get the hell out of here. I hate cicaks, they're so gross. I hate all forms of lizards, actually. My sister has a pet iguana. Her name is Iggy, after Iggy Pop. It gives me the shivers. Although I do have a fascination for crocodiles, for some reason. Blame it on them and them. Well. I really should go take a shower now.