Image by Edward Gorey 

 

Yeah, story of my life.

I’ve spent the whole week dealing with death:  picking up my father’s ashes, writing his obituary, dealing with family members, sorting through countless odds and ends - immersed in the details of the end of someone else’s life.

This is the second time in less than a year that I’ve had to do this for a member of my immediate family.  It’s the fourth person I’ve lost in the last year and a half.

Sometimes life pretty well sucks, y’know?

Add to that that I’ve had no Internet access for most of today (well, now yesterday, since it’s now 4AM ).  And add to that the fact that on Friday, my weekend plans were canceled at the last minute by a third party.  No opportunity to make alternative plans; no ability to make alternative arrangements for a Saturday meeting that I’ve had scheduled for eight weeks.  My schedule for four days thoroughly fucked. 

Sometimes I’m really sick to fucking death of feeling as though I exist solely for the convenience of everyone else.