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The Cliffs of Insanity ([personal profile] tinhuvielartanis) wrote2005-09-19 07:23 pm

Bad Day Gone Worse

I've been in a foul mood all day. It's PMS, I know that, but knowing this doesn't stop my ill humour. Aunt Tudi and I went to see Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo. It wasn't that good. Some cute parts, thanks to Eddie Griffin, but meh..

And we've been snipping at each other all day. This is 99% my fault because I'm lacking in patience and generosity today. So yeah..not good.

Then, I reach out to [livejournal.com profile] sifu_rick to get the rest of those labels to him. Our connection wasn't good, but I did make out that he had to go to a funeral home this evening. When I met him over at The Pit a few minutes ago, he told me that Roger Godfrey had died over the weekend, apparently of liver cancer. I didn't even know he was sick. I mean, I knew he wasn't in the best of health, as he'd never been so for the duration I'd known him, but I had no clue he was terminal... What's so bad is, I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to him before I left The Pit. I never could find him out in the warehouse on my last day. Roger has been on my mind all day long today, to the point of my wondering if the Feudal Overlords would let me go out to the warehouse just to say goodbye. And then, this evening, to find out that he's dead. Damn. Just damn.

I'm supposed to go see Llew in about thirty minutes. Given my current state of mind, I'd much rather just stay at home and try to sleep away all the woe.

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