I will laugh no more...
Mitch Hedberg died Wednesday night. So there I was with a terrible cold, lying half asleep on the couch when my boyfriend called out my name a few times. I was too tired to give any response. He blurted out something followed by, "Mitch Hedberg died." I almost hurt myself in the process of scrambling up off the couch to stare at his computer screen in horror. It still hasn't fully sunk in. How could my favorite comedian die? Why is it that any time I find a "celebrity" to become emotionally attatched to, one that I can relate to and that I idolize, one that I "get", they go off and fucking die?? I quit. Mitch, thank you for your unique sense of humor and for making this weird girl laugh again and again and again. I will miss you.