Bad Day at Black Rock

I'm on the train to work, watching the city lights twinkle along the Willamette river, hoping no one can tell I'm crying.

I've been having the worst panic attack of my life for the last seven hours. It's never been this bad before and I'm freaking out.

I suspect there are a few reasons for this, one of which being the impending "anniversary" of the death of the man I considered my brother. i'd give anything to hear him laugh one more time.

I don't know how I'm going to get through the next eight hours.

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPhone]

Happy Zombie Jesus Day.

I'm not religious and I don't eat eggs, meat or dairy, so this is just another Sunday to me. I'm up at my mom's (because she does celebrate this stuff), farting around with iMovie. Here's what I've come up with so far:

It was hard picking the music for this. I almost went with "God's Gonna Cut You Down."

Still waiting on Stone #2, but I'm going to call my doctor tomorrow and see about getting another CAT scan. I'm sick of sitting at home, not working. It seems silly to me that I feel fine now but am not allowed to go back to work. So I'm going to call tomorrow and see about getting a work release.