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I was thinking in the car on the drive back. I'd kind of like to die. Not that I'm overly depressed, but really...could the next life be that much more challenging than this one? Besides, we all die eventually anyway; what's a jump start of 30 years going to matter? Curious question. Wish it could be answered.

If not depressed, maybe a bit tired.

Pop the happy pills, boy!

Urrrrg. Why do I even bother? I stayed up until like 7:30 this morning, after deciding around 6 to stay up all night. This happened because I watched Desperado, Day of the Dead, and the first part of Fantasia. The classical music in that last bit was the last straw, and knocked me out. Todays plans? Were to see my grandmother, as well as the rest of my family. I should have left around 9, but sleep obviously messed that up. Well. Lack thereof, anyway. So here I am feeling tired still, waiting for my brother to call back and tell me if Mom ever even got my email detailing my visit today.

...well, that was handy. he just called, and she did. Odd that she'd be antiquing anyway, without calling. Hrm. He's getting upset with me, though. I rarely go to the house,a nd I haven't hun gout with him in months and months. I feel bad about it, particularly for him. I need to get a day off on the weekend and just run around with him, see his new house. He works today and I'm busy tomorrow, my next day off isn't until next Tuesday, I think. His birthday is November 20, I'll ask that off next xhance i get.

Today is not going too well, so far.