I know this grieving thing is going to get a little old. Having a blog is a good place to flog my feelings, but public grief gets embarrassing for everyone.
I am reminded of how I am always appalled at those cars that have the "In memoriam" type on the back window -- "Hey, look at me! I know someone who died! Pay attention to me!"
I think that after today I am going to try and write about other randomness instead.
But I think we can all take this opportunity to be thankful I haven't hopped on the Twitter bandwagon, which would just make it all so much more TMI-ish:
6:04 am Crying in the shower
7:40 am Complaining to co-worker about how tired I am
9:07 am Reading obituary for the first time; crying
12:14 pm Uncomfortable silence at lunch with co-workers
2:38 Rueful laughter, more crying, blaming cruel universe
And so on. At this point, hearing someone Twitter about big poopy diapers actually begins to sound attractive.
What do YOU think about Twitter? Worth it, or stupid?
Ok, that's it. Taking off the crepe. My sis would approve. Onward.