It's amazing...

the day supervisors' were especially obnoxious assholes this morning. I had to marvel at them. When one of them asked me, with a smirk "Are you leaving already?" I replied "Yes, I have to bury a family member." She said "I'm sorry to hear that." "Yeah, so's he." I barely refrained from answering. I hate them all. Yes, I do.

The funeral was terrible and funny. John's partner of 10 years got up and told wonderful, touching stories about him. There was a slide show and some of his favorite music was playing in the background. He was buried in his leather jacket and sunglasses. I just know he was somewhere, laughing at all of us sobbing on each others' shoulders.

I traveled to the funeral (two hours away) with my brother and sister. I was lying down in the back in a vain attempt to sleep and the conversation went a little something like this:

Paul: "Missy, are you getting any air back there?"
Me: "Yes, thank you."
Paul: "David, did you take all your pills?"
David: "Yes."
*pause while Davy-boy puts in his Duran Duran cd*
Paul: "Missy, are you getting any air back there?"
Me: "Yes!" *grumble*
Paul: "David, did you take all your pills?"
David: "Yes!" *grumble*
Paul: "David are you hungry?"
David: "No, I brought tacos."
Paul: "Missy are you hungry?"
Me: *snore*
Paul: "Missy?"
Davy-boy: *poke, poke*
Me: "Whaaaaaa?!"
Paul: "Oh my God! That man just ran over a bird! I'm stopping!"
David: "Paula, we're on the highway!"
*pause*
Paul: "Missy are you getting any air back there?"
Davy: *poke, poke*
Me: "Are we fricken there yet?!?!"

Sleepy times. I have been awake for over 24 hours. Time for a nap.