I lost a draft … wishing a friend good luck … That I just talked to yesterday … and like the draft … she’s gone.
She was excited about the car … I asked her how it went … I guess it didn’t …
Yet another … nothing you can do …
The next day just feel weird … Can’t put a finger on on it ….
Be careful, baby …. Why’s it feel important to know? I dunno …
[DRAFT: 23:47 03/31.2009]
Funerals tear me to bits, if for nothing else but the inevitable ranting and raving that always breaks out at “family” functions, so maybe it’s not such a big deal that nobody bothered to tell me that he was dying, much less already gone… But it bothers me, still. Especially considering this is the second one I didn’t know about, and the fact that my phone number hasn’t changed in years…
Sorry, Uncle. I know that you hated having your picture taken. But this is the way I always remember you… Much the same way I remember your father… And I hope the others do, too.
Another week of Hell down, with the next round starting in about eleven hours.
WordPress bugged and posted a completely random draft last night that wasn’t anywhere near complete and made absolutely no sense. It’s been sitting there for at least a week in draft mode, and was perfectly happy… but this morning at 5-something AM, it just decided, all by itself, to go live. I know that I didn’t do it and just forgot because I was playing Uno on Xbox Live all night… Ahh, well. Yet another mysterious bug to track down…
I had two stupid visitors from Leslie County this week. I took a souvenir from Friday’s Fool, and left him with a few of his own in the form of pain and bleeding. Neither of them will ever be back. Apparently, while either before or while I was busy with that asshat, they messed with my car. And that, itself, is the ultimate pansy thing to do, and speaks volumes to the severe lack of balls that these idiots possess.
An old friend and customer of mine died on the 1st after a long battle with cancer. Fifty-nine years old, the sort of person who treats everyone like they’re her kid.
I couldn’t bring myself to go to the memorial service today. I’m not handling things as well lately because I’ve been too on-edge, worried and crushed.
On a brighter note…
I slept for the first time in three weeks.
And …
Rich and LissaKay got married last week. They’re both great people, and they deserve some serious congratulations. I wish them both the best.
