AAAAAACKKA A LACKKA SHACK I SHOULD LIVE IN!

Fuck.

I wonder when it's all gonna be ok. I know it already is ok, and right before I die I'm gonna think I'm silly for feeling the way I feel (anxious, worried, bananas). I just feel like a cloud of hell is hovering over me and it might just suck me up into it's precipitation and make me soggy.

Whatever.

I went to Co last week for my Uncle Woody's funeral. I don't think I have fully recovered from the event. He choked on a piece of steak and died. It's a shocking way to exit. An accident. Accidents are always so much worse then an old person dying -- it's like BOOM. BYE.

I wasn't super close to my Uncle, but he was such a character and was such a strong presence in our family - it was devastating. I've never seen my mom and grandma babe so sad. It's rough watching people you think are invincible cry and sob...but it was also sort of humbling. In a good way - sort of the Universe whispering "we are all the same and we all die one day so be kind and love your life".

All I know is that Uncle Woody was a super funny guy and I will miss the shit out of him. He had a whacky walk and a contagious laugh. And, he was super giving - he was always asking me if I needed money or anything and he bought dinner/drinks/toys/things for his friends and strangers. Over 1000 people showed up to his funeral/after party - it was insane the amount of people who were there to hug our family.

Ok. I have to get on with things.

To do list for today.

-Flush out characters for script
-Post Office - Re-new passport
-Hike, arms, abs
-Return Emails


Ok. Not so bad. I'm gonna stop putting pressure on myself to do a gazillion things a day.

Ok. Bye bye.

Peace,
Amber