Monday, November 22, 2004
short one
it is late, and i am not sure where to begin. i just have this obligation to type. a pretty slow day at work on the beach. the day was over cast and a bit cool. over an 8 hour period, we had 20 people touch the sand and two go in the water. i was one of those two.
now it is late night and i must go to bed, in order to put on my sorrowful face in the morning. i am going to a funeral. not the happiest of times, funerals. it is a relative of cherry's who died the other day. the woman(whom i never met) was 92, or round about that. so she lived a pretty long life. i am going for moral support. i got the day off work, and am getting paid for it. if there is a bright side for me, that would be it.
when i go, i don't want people standing around all somber. i want music playing and people dancing and drinking, laughing, smoking, and making love. plus, i want to be cremated.
now it is late night and i must go to bed, in order to put on my sorrowful face in the morning. i am going to a funeral. not the happiest of times, funerals. it is a relative of cherry's who died the other day. the woman(whom i never met) was 92, or round about that. so she lived a pretty long life. i am going for moral support. i got the day off work, and am getting paid for it. if there is a bright side for me, that would be it.
when i go, i don't want people standing around all somber. i want music playing and people dancing and drinking, laughing, smoking, and making love. plus, i want to be cremated.
