Vertigo

This morning I picked up Sparkle's ashes from a perfectly coiffed Southern Lady with a gold brocade pantsuit and ivory cane. Scarlett O'Hara as an elderly pimp. She was very nice about Sparkle, though; total class.

So this weekend is already off to a depressing and bizzaro start. Last night I drank way too much and watched Talk To Her, which is not a combination that I reccomend for those in an already delicate state of mind. Follow immediately with crying and Benadryl. Luckily, I was able to come home from the crematory (can anyone explaine why those people insist on using the word "cremains"? I mean, come on, can we all just start making up words?), and get laugh from the fact that there is someone in American manufacturing plush, smiling internal organs.

Feel free to pick me up a liver.

Middlesex

Y'all probably don't want to here about depression, but as you may be able to tell from the last post, I am pretty darn depressed. To boot, I found out last night that a friend lost her special kitty too.

Sparkle was really my best friend, and a great companion. It's hard to come home and not see her jumping out of her chair to greet me, hard to wake up in the morning and not hear her talking to me, and hard to go to sleep at night without her beside me. Even watching a movie sucks, because she's not in my lap purring. All of this is made worse by me being in Atlanta, where I have exactly one friend (I don't count my coworkers, neighbor or bartender as actual friends). I am entirely alone now, and the lonliness is crushing me. I just don't know how to be at home without her.

Next weekend I'll be headed back to Austin for a wedding. I don't think being at home right now is a good idea, as my parents house is full of nothing but places that Sparkle and I lived in together, but it's not like that's a reason to miss a friend's wedding. Sad, sad me.