bruceb

So there I was, getting up from an awful attempt at rest. Having resigned myself to not getting any of the sleep I'd benefit from at the moment, I decided to take a look at mail and RSS feeds via the iPod Touch.

It was apparently freak show time. It's been a while since so many people I read felt the urge to post so much about weird deaths and misery all at once. Thursday would have been Dad's 85th birthday, and Mom and I have talked some about missing him lately, and the anniversary of his death is coming up in a few weeks, so I know I'm more unsteady about it than usual, but even so...

I now feel emotionally awful as well as physically. I just didn't need that many ha-ha pile-ons about neglected corpses, auto-erotic asphyxiation, or any other kind of death and misery. I've logged out of everything for now and am going to try reading. Talk to folks tomorrow.