Saturday's Going to Suck

Just anticipating one year, six months.

I find that if I acknowledge it, instead of trying to ignore it, I do better.

It just bites because it's a Saturday and I am not at school and I have nothing to keep my mind off of it.

And I can't go see the grave, which now has a slab of cement laid and "Mason" written in it--still no tombstone (as of my Spring Break).