Halloween weekend isn't Halloween weekend anymore. An aunt has passed on, and one of my mother's old friends as well. So we have a lot of services to go to this weekend. I'm sad because this will be a sad weekend, and in my weakened state i will cry at just about anything. For the love of God, I was reading The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe and nearly cried when the Lion died. Good thing I had finished reading The Vagina Monologues. Which, by the way, I loved. I loved this book, and I encourage everyone, EVERYONE, to read it. Just magnificent. I wish I had seen it when I had the opportunity, and I would certainly try to get involved in helping the production if it ever came around again. To my intense pleasure, Scott has picked it up. Which means we get to discuss when he finishes. He's very good about these things, I have to give him credit. Most men are not. I wonder if I'll get him to say vagina out loud in a public place. Hmm...
I was going to say something else... Well bollocks, i can't remember. Can I? Pain...death..., nope, that's about it. I'm sad. And I'm also not feeling well, so I'll stop muttering about such unpleasantries and lie down.
