Warning: this one's not funny

I feel weird coming here to write about this, and even more weird since I'm kind of half asleep which goes against my no blogging while asleep rule, but I found out a little while ago that my grandmother died tonight. She was 98, so not exactly ripped from the prime of life by death's bony claws, but death kind of blows regardless, except not to the little bugs I find in my kitchen which I kill indiscriminantly. Except sometimes I just squish them and I don't think those chitenous little things are damaged. They just hitch a ride on a paper towel to the trash can. So I guess what I wanted to say is that I think it's weird that my brain felt like a big bag of jet puffed marshmallows left in the backseat of a car while my grandmother meanwhile was dying. That's all. Now I'm going to go toss and turn for a few hours. I figure if I time it right I can drift off to sleep right as my alarm is set to go off. I've been waking up to the "calypso" pre-set ring on my new phone. It's very peppy. Like there's a very peppy, very tiny steel drum band banging me awake. That's not a double entendre. Not intentional, that is.