Party my life away!

Score! Two posts in two days... hasn't happened since like this the speck of memory was first allocated to me.

I wonder why people make dying sound like such a bad thing. It happens to everyone. It's inescapable. Tell the people who are organizing my funeral (unless it's the county, in which case it wouldn't really matter), to throw a big party, as in Playboy Manor party. No crying, no black. Get sunflowers.

Over the past few weeks, I've probably meandered the maze that is my brain a little more than usual, and there have been some highs and lows. Right now definitely a low, and to a large extent I have no idea why. A possible explanation is stress, but, unfortunately, it's a positive feedback (i.e. the lower I feel, the more evidence I bring to pull myself down more).

Well, here's to something to cheer me up!

Addendum (May 08, 2004 @ 10:37): The death stuff was the result of a friend's friend dying recently, and the resultant query about appropriate flowers for that person's funeral.