I don't think a weekend gets much worse than the one I had. My Girlfriend's best friend, our friend, was in the hospital last week in a coma due to organ failure and pneumonia. His family decided to take him off life support on Friday. So of course we went to be with him to say goodbye as he passed on. Then we decide to go have a few drinks, then we have some more, and naturally we get into a huge argument in the middle of the night. Saturday goes by pretty uneventfully except for the lingering sadness of the previous day. Then come Sunday morning my Girlfriend's Brother calls and tells us that her Dad passed away sometime that night.
Now we have to travel 900 miles away to go to the funeral and take care of any paperwork and family matters during one of the busiest travel holidays of the year, Thanksgiving (I realize this is a U.S. holiday and you may not know what it is.) Oh yes, and we are traveling with a 3 month old infant.
I haven't really had the urge to smoke, but this is going to be the test of all tests. Wish me luck, I'll be back sometime next week.