the duality of meatbag

So I buried my mother on Friday.



True fact: I am a disaster human who says "fuck" in a church when everybody is looking at me.

Apparently I am also a responsible adult who can be trusted to organize the finances of another human being without messing it up too badly. Go figure.



Brain weasels have been SUPER LOUD for the last couple of days so I'm feeling more disaster human than responsible adult. And that "drink less" plan has been emphatically defenestrated.



And I've been listening to Stabbing Westward all night. I feel like I should be sitting in my bedroom painting my fingernails black.