Ugh, funeral in six hours. I could not get to sleep, so I finally gave up. It's five am now, and I have to start getting ready at eight anyway. So in three hours I will hop in the shower, funeral myself up, grab some nylons on the way, and arrive at my house a little over an hour early to dress and help my mother with the preparations for the small dinner afterwards.
Not only does the fact that I cannot sleep suck, the whole damn thing does. Someone had to die in order for me to see that other half of my family. I have not seen some of these people in over ten years. And I know what I am going to get.... "oh, you look just like your grandmother" (she died thirteen years ago). Obviously I take it as it was meant, a compliment, but it bothers me a little.
I feel like vomiting.
Not only does the fact that I cannot sleep suck, the whole damn thing does. Someone had to die in order for me to see that other half of my family. I have not seen some of these people in over ten years. And I know what I am going to get.... "oh, you look just like your grandmother" (she died thirteen years ago). Obviously I take it as it was meant, a compliment, but it bothers me a little.
I feel like vomiting.