It's not fair what they did to Pluto

I'm still in shock really and I keep going up and down with emotions.

As always, my uncle's an insensitive asshole who I want to punch in the face.

We took some things over to the funeral director yesterday. The lady there is awesome. She knows who Bullet are and she likes them (and other metal bands). She's nice and easy to talk to.

Mikey's here, so that's good. Even though he's unwell. His dad was nice and asked me how I was and everything.

Last night we watched some Demetri Martin and Famaily Guy and I'm sure there was something else.

The mouse broke today. Fail.

Pondering saying something at the funeral but not sure what yet. I dunno.

Thanks to everyone being nice and sweet.

Anything to make me smile would help. Pics, fic, anything. Be sure to link me as I'm liable to miss them otherwise.

Sure I had more to say but my mind's blank.