As long as we're talking about religion and funerals I'd like to take this moment to let any lapsed Catholics out there know: if you don't want a Catholic funeral, make sure you get yourself excommunicated.

Coming in late with tons of ma for Jilli's mom, Jilli, and all of the Family of Jilli. You're all in my thoughts.

Had a lovely time in LA! Saw my friend H, the PixDesigns, Sean, and Burrell. Yay!

Now, to pack. Again.

Yay, smonster. That is why you try even when it is hard

Sending continued ~ma for Jilli's Mom and the Family of Reason.

Thinking about the House of Reason.

If you don't want a Catholic funeral, make sure you get yourself excommunicated.

Or, you know, make sure that the people who you leave in charge of disposing of your remains when you are gone know your wishes and and are people you trust to honor them. That works, not only for avoiding a Catholic funeral, but for just about any specifications you wish to make for funerals, memorials, disposal of the remains, etc.

I had to keep editing the above. Don't know why I keep thinking of my body, after I'm dead, as "the leftovers". I guess at the point, everything important of me that remains is other's memories of me, and descendants, and any work or good deeds I've left behind, and my body is indeed just "the leftovers".

Yes, the excommunication thing is only neccesary if you know the people you leave behind would not respect your wishes.

The "Funeral Protection Zone" Bill has passed,and has been signed into law in Arizona. Including a vote to make it take effect immediately.

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~ma to the House of Reason!

I'd call WBC scum, but it's an insult to scum.

IOmeN, I was just making peace with the idea of keeping my current job. It was supposed to be a temp-to-work job. I'm not really happy with it but I could be content with a little stability right now.

I keep running into money problems and am trying to stabalize the sitch. So, I reluctantly advanced myself some money on a credit card to cover the latest lapse in the system.

But, I got home today to a message from the temp company, that I have done such a good job catching the slack at current job that they won't need me anymore after this week!

Crap! Now I have a job interview at another company tomorrow, but the job is a dollar less an hour. Double crap.

I keep talking myself off the ledge, but I don't know how much longer I can do this. I've been putting off dealing with a pretty big problem until I got the money thing worked out, but I may never have that mastered at this rate.

I'm about to run out of the last of my anti-depressant and fibromyalgia meds and I don't have a local doctor for either yet.

I'm pretty unhappy tonight. I just had to tell someone.

Ugh, quester, that really sucks.