i'm a bit tripped out that the first batman movie's already 15 years old... it seems like just yesterday that bernadette and i were obsessively trying to figure out what the hell michael keaton had stuffed down there in his pants. the list included a five pound sack of potatoes, thirty pillows, and five african elephants if i recall...
 
kind of one of those days where there's good shit and bad shit... the bad shit is sad shit; i'm going to a funeral on saturday.
 
i feel weirdish following that with the good news, which is i may have an apartment in the next couple of weeks. but there you go. good shit and bad shit today, and mixed feelings about all.
 
i've only been to two funerals in my lifetime so far, and both were ones where i didn't really know the deceased at all. i feel extremely awkward, like i should be better at talking to people who have lost someone close to them.
 
i think too, too much.