I know I say this a lot, and most likely it's lost it's meaning, but today I was sobbing like a mother who lost her child on tax-free weekend at the outlet mall. Yes, I did. I finished Six Feet Under.
We all know, as a general rule, I hate TV. The mindless abyss of static that sucks life from family, individual, the mind, whatever. Science shows you are using more of your brain when you are sleeping.
But then again, there are diamonds amongst the rough...
Today as I watched the last episode I sat there in my bed sobbing. Literally. And I can't even remember crying once in my life. Ever. Maybe it was because I knew I'd have to find a way to spend three hours a day doing something else. Maybe it was because David and Keith finally got married (or a union, whatever). Maybe it was just my time. Maybe it was because death had never seemed so real.
Or maybe, just maybe, it was because life had never seemed so real.
2 comments:
mykull!
I read your blog and felt nostalgic!
come home soon! call me when you get back if you want to hang out! (if there's time, I understand if there isn't any.)
<3
Jessie
Jess my dear,
You got it. It's gonna be a hectic week but we'll figure something out. Miss you too :)
Last time inspired by the crust of where the earth would touch the lead to the pages of your manuscript,
Michael
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