No Longer Grumpy, Sad Instead
Seymour's favorite Uncle passed away yesterday. My mom just called to let me know that my favorite (great) Auntie passed away this morning at age ninety-fuckyouforasking. She was ready to go, but I'm never ready for anyone I love to leave me.
I am actually glad that Leelo and Mali are still awake (and I will go retrieve Leelo from atop the TV cabinet eventually); I'm glad to have company until Seymour gets home.