When I'm pissy and I don't know why, I eventually figure it out. Usually it's about financial uncertainty or missing people, and today it's about missing people.
I miss Sandy. Today is her birthday, and I keep trying not to think about it, which is the opposite of sane and rational because when I'm ignoring it, my pissiness pops up in strange and unhelpful ways.
I miss Sandy.
On the (huge) upside, I had Sandy.
Quoting from an email:
From: Sandy H...
Date: Tue, 13 Jul...
To: ...
Subject: Just heard the new Psych commerical
"every Wednesday at ten, someone dies in Santa Barbara".
If I were you, I'd be a little careful then.
Sandy
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::happy sigh::
cross-posted from dreamwidth.
http://charlottechill.dreamwidth.org/23140.html#comments