OK; I have to make an emotional, icky feelings post.
I've spent the last few years of my life, mostly being depressed. But I think I'm starting to feel a little better now, and at peace. I don't believe there's such a thing as too much love, but I do believe in misdirected love. And there's reached a point where I'm out of bad things to go back to... all that's left is to start working on something. Continuing to mope is just too much work.
Now that my life has some sense of direction, watch me get run over by a car. It would make a nice Night of the Living Dead tribute ending.
Speaking of which . . .
At Diva's house, watching Night of the Living Dead:
Zombie attacks the windshield! Onoes!!!1
Barbara puts her hands up on the inside of the windshield, moving them around rapidly.
Diva: What the Hell is she doing? "I can't see you; I can't see you; if I can't see you you're not there!"
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