I was cleaning the cat carrier just now and noticed the tag on it, which said "Nixon [Mylastname]." I ripped it off and wadded it up without thinking about it. I am fucked up like some kind of an Edna St. Vincent Millay which is specifically preoccupied with the mortality of badly-behaved cats.

I was looking for something in the medicine cabinet earlier, found some old meds of Papaw's, and left them in place as always, because "he might need them," then felt distantly shitty, then left them alone.

I need to try and be Roxy Lalonde instead of Rose Lalonde for once and work on the Facing And Accepting Death thing. I just need to try and not do it up too Roxy and drink this bottle of fruit wine Mom got me in one evening or something.

Mar. 15th, 2015 11:27 pm
I keep remembering that Terry Pratchett died and feeling disconnected from reality. This is how a lot of negative events hit me. I go "I must be in a bad AU, I need to go back to the source material." The time before death always feels like a place which can be returned to.

Unhealthy! Probably something for which there is a medical term?

(Okay this post maybe isn't really completely about Terry Pratchett.)

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