Ahem.

I'm supposed to be tired after not sleeping properly for two nights and hence the place where I ought to be should be on my bed sleeping instead of in front of my laptop typing a post which main remain unread for centuries.

But while I was trying to sleep my dad called me to ask for "kfc delivery number" which resulted in me crawling from my bed to go online to find it for him.

Interesting life, no doubt.
Not to add overwhelmingly comfortable.


Death...

Something I hadn't had to contend with in awhile.

I suppose I'm still not as immune to feelings as I assume myself to be.

Or hope to be.

Been given some rather disturbing food for thought through the pass few days, at my aunt's funeral. Well, the only aunt on my dad's side who had relatively frequent contat with me anyway.

And I'm still thinking...