[Apocalipstic]

So tonight phone rings and it's the cemetary dude from my father's funeral.

He has called before becausee he wants to sell me a funeral plot. Like where I want to spend fucking eternity is right there next to E (my dad).

But tonight I stare at the phone ringing, then check the voice mail....

"it's Rocky, call me"

So I imediately begin the "he's not really dead, they are calling to tell me" meltdown. Visualizing dug up graves....yes, I know he was cremated. I've had my medicine now.

Poor Cynthia, she is so longsuffering!

I feel like such a freak...one phone call and I am tumbling through space.

Sigh.