like black cadillacs outside of a funeral

i watched dumbo last night. i've never seen anything so sad! poor little dumbo, torn away from his mother at such a tender young age. my very pregnant cousin (also of a tender young age) was completely absorbed as the drama unfolded, weeping silently to herself at the outrage of it all. i was getting a little weepy myself.

i'm sad, and lonely, and i miss nick. and to go hang out with anyone would mean i'd have to walk 15 minutes to the bus stop and then take a bus for 30 minutes, in the cold, and then later i'd just have to turn around and take the bus back and walk in the snow some more just to come home to my sad, lonely apartment. i'd rather stay here and feel sorry for myself and eat popcorn.