It has made for a kind of sad, melancholic day today. Starting with grey skies. Thunder in the distance. The sound of falling rain. I like melancholy. Then I watched 8 Simple Rules For Dating My Teenage Daughter. Two episodes I had taped. I didn't know that the second one was the episode where Paul dies. It was sad. I just don't want him to be dead. John Ritter seemed like such a nice guy. Nice guys shouldn't die.

I swear it must be something in the water. Because after almost crying over that I almost cried over Buffy and then almost cried over Scrubs. I'm just a big blubbering mess today hah. Maybe it's because I'm missing Skye or something.

I was going to write something about death and how I don't want to be forgotten. But I would probably just depress myself. So let me just sum it up: Don't forget me. And when I die somebody make sure that my diary doesn't get deleted. Thank you. I'll put you in my will or something.

And now listening to Billy Corgan's recent concert. Debuting his solo material. Slow and quiet and some of it with a little melancholy too. Beautiful stuff though.

Wow I was just looking at the 8 Simple Rules site. David Spade is going to be on the cast? Nice. I like Spade.

So tomorrow I'm going to the hospital to get the equipment for the urine samples. There are no parts of that sentence that don't make me want to get down and boogie. My mother works in the kitchen at the hospital. She has tomorrow off though so I won't run into her. Unless I get horribly lost I shouldn't get anywhere near the kitchen anyway. Hah. It's a big place though. I hope I can find my way.

Right that's it. I'm going to go listen to the rain. Bye bye.

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