Hmm. Damn link. I'll move the photos somewhere that allows public viewing. Sorry about that, y'all.
Paul, congratulations on graduating, and I think you should have all the corn chips and TV your heart desires. You deserve it after getting all those degrees, and I'm sorry you have to adjust your eyes to the cruel reality of the dark world. I've been stumbling through it for six years now, stubbing my toes and smacking my head on walls I didn't know were there.
There are so many goddamned walls.
Today, though, I got to move back into my office. You have no idea how wonderful this is. I want to roll around on the mold-less floor, nuzzling my cheek into the hideous multi-colored, made-for-office berber. Maybe it's just the high from inhaling carpet glue fumes, but I'm positively elated to be in a room that doesn't contain two other people, where I can listen to my own radio and don't have to stifle my belches.
On another note, can we please bury Ronald Reagan now? It's not that I'm sick of the media coverage (ok, well, maybe just a little), but rather that this is all taking far too long. Having worked through more than my fair share of funeral proceedings for various relatives over the past 10 years, I feel fully qualified to say that funerals are exhausting.
In my family, funerals involve a day or two of viewings, where people show up and stare at the corpse, followed by a morning of mass and cemetary services, all with appropriate sobbing and hugging, and then everyone goes to someone's house to eat a shitload of pierogi. It takes about three days, and it is the most tiring exercise in the world. A week? A week of this? And flying back and forth several times across the country? That's just cruel. I can't say I've ever been Nancy's greatest fan, but for the love of god, give her a break. Put that man in the ground so she can eat a plate of haluski and get some sleep already.
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