Checking in. Still alive.

Got my taxes filed last night, so that's done and the refund should be here around Valentine's Day. Not that Valentine's day is much to me this year, besides the chance to attend the wedding of a long time LJ friend, who I will finally get to meet in person. Filed my brother's taxes for him, as well, and am going to help Mom learn to e-file her taxes this evening.

Gonna run over to Stillwater this afternoon and indulge in some sushi, because sushi makes everything better.

Writer's Block: Left Behind

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I'd like my body to be harvested for zydrate, and all my friends to have a hit and...

Oh, wait. I don't live in REPO! The Genetic Opera.

Hmmm...

I would like any usable parts of my body to be donated to help other people. I am listed as an organ donor, and I'm all about that. Beyond that, whatever makes my family happy is fine with me. Mom wants a big Irish style party, with lost of music and drinking and people telling stories and such, and that would be awesome. I would prefer not to have a Baptist style funeral, where someone is trying to convert people over my corpse, because I think that is creepy. A few tears, a lot of laughter, and everyone taking some flowers home with them would be awesome to me. A lot of my family is buried in Marlow, and if that would be convenient, then that would suit me, but I'm so not going to care at that point.

Maybe...

I found myself dancing to a song for the first time in a long, long time just a few minutes ago when the song below the cut came on Saturday Night Live.

( Well open up your mind and see like me open up your plans and damn you're free look into your heart and you will find that the sky is yours - I'm Yours ~ Jason Mraz )

Maybe there is hope after all.