My therapist can beat up your therapist.

So how are you?

    There's much to say and little to report on my end, as far as things go.

    My Uncle is dead.  My family just got back from Norristown, Pennsylvania.  We went to the funeral.  I'm sad I didn't know him that well.  He had cancer and we were planning on visiting him but on Tuesday night he collapsed and he was on a ventilator and he had a living will.

    I'm I the only person who hates viewings?  I hate them.  I hate seeing the body of a person I loved.  It makes me want to throw up and cry.  I hate it.

    The funeral was beautiful, the graveyard where he's buried is beautiful.  I feel sick and sad and disgusting.  I hate that.  I missed arts block thursday and all of friday.   I don't care though, I'm really happy I went.

    School sucks, but it always sucks.  I've been going crazy.  I get to school at 7:30 and leave at about 5:00.  I'm at school for longer than most people have a work day.  But then again, it's all downhill from here.