Drained. Sad.

Drained. Sad. Harold didn't make it into Pitt Med, so he'll be moving in a few months. I'll miss the light. Gave him and Liv a day together yesterday, tried to give them as much alone time as possible. Brought him to Liv's house, hung out, went to see Watchmen with them, Mike, Beth, and Kayla then out to Kings for dinner. Took him home, Liv and Harold made out in the back seat then gave them half an hour alone at his place. Harold kissed me on the cheek in thanks. I was flustered and almost forgot to respond. Liv is falling in love with him but doesn't want to because he has to leave and we don't know what his feelings for her are. Mike complains that I spend too much time with Liv. He doesn't understand. I thought he did. Genevra told me I appeared in her war dream, but didn't tell me my part in it. Also, I wasn't included in it when she wrote it down and posted it in her livejournal. And Grandma had a stoke this morning. Grandpa has been having problems with his memory, and must have been out of it, because he didn't report anything all day. Aunt Debbie went to join them for dinner and found Grandma on the floor. They think she had the stroke somewhere around 2am. That's all we know so far. I am sad.