months ago, i saw an advertisement for "p.s. i love you" in theatres. i was with frank, and as per usual i showed no interest in what appeared to be a sap story. i'm now sitting alone in my living room watching what could be the loneliest movie i've ever seen. the acting is poor; the storyline is slow-moving and un-involving, but the movie is still sad...more for what isn't there than what is. i can't imagine losing someone to death only to have them haunt me with letters he wrote pre-death (and gifts and cakes) for months after he had gone. all in all, i don't recommend it, but that may be because i'm a little bit sensitive to death at the moment.

here's why:

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this little boy, zakary, is a friend of mine's son. last week he was hit and killed by a car (the driver was a friend of the mother's as well). thursday morning kimber and i drove to new castle, pennsylvania for the funeral. so much sorrow surrounds children's deaths. people told stories...little anecdotes, but all i could think about was what zakary was supposed to grow up to be. we'd never know if he was going to write a best-selling self-help book or if he would find a cure for AIDS. maybe he was going to be an alcoholic; we'll never know.

life has sucked this past week. a now ex-boyfriend was not good to me on monday latelate. hooray for emergency rooms and gentle doctors' hands. david g. drove down to mary immaculate with me, and stevo met us down there. i think i've made out okay--a little bit of a black eye and a few stitches.

at this point i'm trying in earnest not to be a broken girl. so much is going wrong, and i'm fighting to keep from being swept away with the current.

work is unceasingly stressful. the company advertises competitive wages but doesn't authorize us to hire at anything higher than minimum wage. therefore, i can't keep good employees or get rid of bad ones. there's no one else to work their shifts. there is always something to do and very little time to get it done.

school starts soon. it will be a welcome reprieve.

neil--Castaways and Cutouts. i did not forget.

good health to all.