laceybear

I cried this morning because of the stupid fucking My Chemical Romance video. Yes, a video featuring a ballet dancing corpse made me cry. What the hell? I think I'm going to be very weepy at the funeral and gravside service, which is either tomorrow or monday, we're not sure which yet, because we haven't heard anything further from her immediate family. That's the way it usually works with me, I'm fine at viewings, I can chit chat with the best of them, but the finality of eulogies kills me--talking about the end of life, and how great the person was (just once I want to hear "He was a mean old motherfucker, and no one will miss him. Now lets take out the trash!" I haven't known anyone who died that would warrant that sort of sendoff, but still.) is so final. It shuts the book on things, makes people into simple memories.

My car isn't ready yet. I'm so irritated with the whole shebang, I had to wear my funeral clothes to work today, as opposed to just wearing normal clothes and then driving home and changing into my funeral clothes, as I should be able to do, you know, since I'm paying a small fortune for car insurance and gas, and I have a license and everything. I'm going to seriously murder someone soon over this crap. I'm tempted to say 'fuck it' and just live without AC, but I'd be a fool, because it was written on the warranty that I'd get it repaired for free. I'd get irritated without AC next summer, or even next week, because driving in rush hour traffic in 98% humidity and no AC sucks, and cave in, and then I'd have to pay for it all myself. I take comfort in the fact that he's probably losing money on this car, considering the amount of time its been in the shop for the AC problem.

I've got a headache this morning, two max strength tylenol haven't gotten rid of it, so I think it'll be here all day. Joy.