Well....
I had this great plan, last night, to make a post about how I had just gotten home from seeing the 35th anniversary screening of Labyrinth and some whining about my stupid internal bits making my life miserable while paired with how much I really hate tax deadlines...
But I had many missed Facebook messages and texts from my brother and dad about how I was ignoring my mother (all messages were sent while I was at work and on a deadline and not prioritizing checking Facebook; and her one phone call occurred while I was driving, so I didn't hear the phone).
I don't know why she didn't call me at work, because she knows FB Messenger is NOT my preferred point of contact, but whatever.
Long story short, all my kibitzing was deemed irrelevant when she informed me that my cousin's roommate had taken her own life on Saturday. My cousin's mother (also a cousin) was with her and the other roommate, in Atlanta, and checked in with my mom to tell her to tell me that she had been in bed for two days, under the blanket I made her last year for her surviving her first semester of college.
Let's not try to diagram that sentence, yeah?
I know how it felt when someone I knew did it, while his wife and I were at work. I can't imagine what it was like for my cousin, being in the apartment at the time... :\
I never met the roommate, but I did know she was one of my cousin's best friends and I know how much the whole family cared about her. So, if you have a minute to spare a good thought toward Atlanta (and generally to the ether, because I honestly don't know where the friend's family is from), it would be greatly appreciated. ♥
=^=
35 years later -- no, I was not watching Labyrinth at age six -- I learned a thing from the pre-movie slide show that I honestly DID. NOT. KNOW.:
All the photos of Sarah's mom that have another person in them are David Bowie. It was all I could see, the entire scene. (Though, seeing it on the big screen made it REALLY obvious...)
It's like learning the lyrics to the South Park theme. Once you know it, it is impossible not to hear what Kenny is saying.
MIND BLOWN.
Also, all I wanted to do all day was go back and read my Tin Man/Labyrinth crackfic, but I had to actually focus on work. Once this is posted, though, I'm gonna go dive in. LOL
=^=
Anyway.. that's about it for this update. Short and not really substantial, but work's exhausting.
Love to you all, as always ♥
(crossposted from DW ; comment here or there, as I'm here far more than there :) )
But I had many missed Facebook messages and texts from my brother and dad about how I was ignoring my mother (all messages were sent while I was at work and on a deadline and not prioritizing checking Facebook; and her one phone call occurred while I was driving, so I didn't hear the phone).
I don't know why she didn't call me at work, because she knows FB Messenger is NOT my preferred point of contact, but whatever.
Long story short, all my kibitzing was deemed irrelevant when she informed me that my cousin's roommate had taken her own life on Saturday. My cousin's mother (also a cousin) was with her and the other roommate, in Atlanta, and checked in with my mom to tell her to tell me that she had been in bed for two days, under the blanket I made her last year for her surviving her first semester of college.
Let's not try to diagram that sentence, yeah?
I know how it felt when someone I knew did it, while his wife and I were at work. I can't imagine what it was like for my cousin, being in the apartment at the time... :\
I never met the roommate, but I did know she was one of my cousin's best friends and I know how much the whole family cared about her. So, if you have a minute to spare a good thought toward Atlanta (and generally to the ether, because I honestly don't know where the friend's family is from), it would be greatly appreciated. ♥
=^=
35 years later -- no, I was not watching Labyrinth at age six -- I learned a thing from the pre-movie slide show that I honestly DID. NOT. KNOW.:
All the photos of Sarah's mom that have another person in them are David Bowie. It was all I could see, the entire scene. (Though, seeing it on the big screen made it REALLY obvious...)
It's like learning the lyrics to the South Park theme. Once you know it, it is impossible not to hear what Kenny is saying.
MIND BLOWN.
Also, all I wanted to do all day was go back and read my Tin Man/Labyrinth crackfic, but I had to actually focus on work. Once this is posted, though, I'm gonna go dive in. LOL
=^=
Anyway.. that's about it for this update. Short and not really substantial, but work's exhausting.
Love to you all, as always ♥
(crossposted from DW ; comment here or there, as I'm here far more than there :) )