I'm out of sorts...sort of. A friend died earlier in the week. It was unexpected and shocking. And it's been a strange few days. It's odd how the days surrounding the death of a friend or loved one seem to take on so much more meaning. I've noticed every little thing today...and I keep catching myself trying to conjure up the faces of friends in my mind. I panicked this afternoon because I suddenly couldn't remember what PJ was wearing when I saw him at lunch.
Phill (yes, with two l's) was a really good person. Seriously good. Gooder than I'll ever be, that's for sure.
And Gina Billy, if you are reading this, well, first of all, I want you to kiss my ass. Then...well, that's all. Just kiss my ass.
I'll be back in a few...I don't have much I want to say right now.