thanks for understanding
A lot of people have asked me if I'm okay. Well, I'm okay. Thank you for asking.
I just....I never really feel SAD, you know? I'm such an annoyingly upbeat person, feeling sadness and sorrow is a new feeling for me at times. I feel awkward with it. Like, "I made a funny joke. But why am I not happy about it?"
However, the funeral was lovely. Sandy's at peace, and I can't really go back to the way things were, but I can be happy and not feel guilty any more, now that I know Sandy's laid to rest.
But thank you all. =]
Also, one of my efforts to return to quasi-normal was last night, going to see The Spring Standards at Cafe 939. This time I did not get lost, since I remembered the way from last time (and didn't need to randomly text Carly, and almost not get a ticket, and all that stuffs), and we got our tix and went in.
They were fucking amazing, as usual. I took most of the pics with Mandee's camera, so I'll totes post them later. I was within TOUCHING distance of James Smith last night. And yes, that's his real name. This man is God's gift to lovers of bass/guitar players who make quirky statements.
And today I'm working 12-9:30. It's 11:01, so I should probably start getting dressed and stuff, but I really don't want to. Everything's changing in the deli. And I'm not feeling it.
Like, Sandy is gone. Krystle's last day was yesterday, since she's moving to another store to have Harald's job (which is really great for her, but I really just wish that she would stay), and Andrea might go with her, and we're getting a bunch of twats as trainees/associates (cough nancy paul george/matt cough).
I gotta go now. However, with this entry, I'm going to be experimenting with tags. Bear with me, as I am one of the technologically challenged. I barely know how to change the background on my lj, for crying out loud!
I just....I never really feel SAD, you know? I'm such an annoyingly upbeat person, feeling sadness and sorrow is a new feeling for me at times. I feel awkward with it. Like, "I made a funny joke. But why am I not happy about it?"
However, the funeral was lovely. Sandy's at peace, and I can't really go back to the way things were, but I can be happy and not feel guilty any more, now that I know Sandy's laid to rest.
But thank you all. =]
Also, one of my efforts to return to quasi-normal was last night, going to see The Spring Standards at Cafe 939. This time I did not get lost, since I remembered the way from last time (and didn't need to randomly text Carly, and almost not get a ticket, and all that stuffs), and we got our tix and went in.
They were fucking amazing, as usual. I took most of the pics with Mandee's camera, so I'll totes post them later. I was within TOUCHING distance of James Smith last night. And yes, that's his real name. This man is God's gift to lovers of bass/guitar players who make quirky statements.
And today I'm working 12-9:30. It's 11:01, so I should probably start getting dressed and stuff, but I really don't want to. Everything's changing in the deli. And I'm not feeling it.
Like, Sandy is gone. Krystle's last day was yesterday, since she's moving to another store to have Harald's job (which is really great for her, but I really just wish that she would stay), and Andrea might go with her, and we're getting a bunch of twats as trainees/associates (cough nancy paul george/matt cough).
I gotta go now. However, with this entry, I'm going to be experimenting with tags. Bear with me, as I am one of the technologically challenged. I barely know how to change the background on my lj, for crying out loud!