Death.

Well, I haven’t posted forever. I have pretty much been working full time this week, and have barely had time to breathe. Its official, I am not getting enough sleep and I think its killing me. Today at lunch, Mom told me she cancelled the appointment we had to have my pictures taken tomorrow, because I looked so bad. She says I just don’t look like me, like I am sick and completely exhausted. Shes right. My face has no color, I actually put blush on today just so I wouldn’t look like I’d been dead for a month.

But its pretty pathetic when your own mother cancels your pictures just because you look so bad.

Also, quotes.

*Dad and Camille talking as they leave work and Dad’s voice is sounding raspy*

C: Dad, is your voice okay?
D: I think I am kinda losing it.
C: You sound like you need some whisky. *nudge*
D: I’d prefer heroin.
C: Ha! Oh ow…don’t make me laugh, my lips are chapped and they bleed when I do.
D: Sorry.

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*Lunch break*

Camille: Wouldn’t it be hilarious if I died?
Emily: Yeah, that’d be a riot.
Camille: Hey Mom, like would you have the funeral at our church?
Mom: Naw, we wouldn’t give you a funeral. We’d probably just bury you somewhere in the back yard.
Nile: Like with the dead cats and hamsters?
Mom: Sure.
Emily: Man that would so rock if you died, I’d laugh my head off. Oh, and I get your money and room.
Camille: Well yeah, obviously.

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I guess I really have been thinking about death a lot lately. Hmmmm.