I swear to god, the next person who complains to me about having to work an eight hour shift or only making so much an hour is getting punched in the face.



(Fun fact: I initially typed "punch in the knife". While an interesting mental image, so not what I was going for.

But it made me laugh.)

The Hunger Games is a very good film! Soul-crushing if you cling to pacifist ideals like I do. (And sitting in a chair for two-some hours without moving or being able to stretch my legs meant I hobbled out of the theatre. I love doing that, really.)

There was a limping squirrel trying to cross the street when Friend and I were driving home. I made her drive around it because watching it pull itself up onto the curb with obvious struggle was the most heartbreaking thing ever.

I hope you live another however-many-years, Dave the Squirrel.

Came home to funeral details! And by that I mean, an abrupt e-mail throwing a website at me and a thing that may possibly be a phone number. It was her birthday yesterday and she would have been only 66.

The funeral is the same day as Distant Worlds, which is about what I feared.

.... I don't feel very good right now.