I am throwing myself a Pity Party. This involves allowing myself to buy things I shouldn’t, whining to anyone who will listen, randomly snapping at people who don’t deserve it, and ending every sentence with “…and if that’s not bad enough, I’m a telemarketer!” So, before you fall victim to one of my moping tantrums, I apologize.
My grandmother died on Saturday. She was 89 and sick so we’re not supposed to be too sad, but no one’s yet figured out how to do that. It still hurts, and I feel oddly empty. Since I cannot go to Massachusetts for the funeral I am left to my own devices to find some closure. I’m thinking about changing my name to Zedana – just for a day.