chochiyo_sama

I'm not quite sure how I managed to piss away this whole day, but suddenly it is 7 pm.  I should get my shit together and get my arse home to Ellendale.  But the LAST thing I want to do is get dressed (been in pjs all day) and drive an hour.  Bleah.

The family has to be at the church by 10 am.  Funeral's at 11.  I suppose it will be about an hour long.  Then the cemetery.  I'll do all those things, but I am NOT going to the dinner thingy that they have after the cemetery.  I will be going home (to mom's probably) after that.

She's having Lily and Jerry over for dinner on Sunday, so I'll clear out on Sunday morning, early.  I've forgiven them for the shit they did to me, but that doesn't mean I want to socialize with them excessively.   Especially since I know for a fact they still do not see a single thing wrong with what they did.

Ah, well.

I'm bringing my sewing along--and I'm considering bringing a big stack of paper crap to sort through.  If I bring that, I should bring my laptop as well, since the paper crap that has information on it that I want is stuff I want to transfer onto computer files.  Which means I need to type it up.  My laptop doesn't have a floppy drive, only the CD drive.  Mom's computer can burn CDs, but I don't know if I can type enough information to make it worth burning into a CD.  I suppose I can always type it and mail it to myself as a file.  I guess I'll do that. 

I'm hungry, having eaten nothing today except a handful of pecans and two toaster waffles, but I don't want to cook anything and the idea of going out for fast food makes me feel a bit ill.

Ack.

I'm going to type a couple of documents up, then I'll pack up my stuff and bolt.  It'll probably be 9 before I get home.

Yuck.

I hate the thought of going to this funeral.  It's going to rip the heart right out of me.