How I spent my state holiday

I work for the state which still gives their employees cool holidays, such as today, "Confederate Veterans Memorial Day". Can't beat THAT with a stick.

I played 18 holes today on my day off. Let me tell you, golf is fun. Period.

Of course, I was the worst player. I hit my chief in the ankle with a wayward ball and I hope he forgets about it by my next employee evaluation. Later, I hit into another fairway while a guy was trying to putt, and my ball rolled gently over his shoe. He looked down at his shoe like the golfball fairy had delivered it to him special. I just waved, mouthed "I'm sorry", and flipped my ponytail at him. At least I didn't bruise him, unlike my boss, who was sporting a nice little ankle lump.

Death and existentialism

I'm feeling a lot less despondent. My uncle did die, and it was sad. Made for a long week. But when I went to the funeral, I was listening to the sermon, and I got to thinking about the differences between religions, and what I would like said at my funeral should I shuffle my mortal coil.

I hope people get up at the front and say "She was a good person (I hope I am), and she loved her family. She'll be missed". What else is there to say? You're born, you exist on this plane for a while, you try to better yourself, and be a good person, help others, you create relationships, love others and be loved, attempt to achieve self-transcendence and self actualization, then you slip out of your body and...and I don't know after that. Maybe existence is as the Hindus believe, and you spend each life striving to live a good life in the hope and expectation that if you live the best you can, you'll move up in your next life to a better existence. I kind of like that idea.

But on the other hand, maybe existence is all about having really nice shoes. In which case, I need to go shopping.

I'm sick to death of dealing with stress. I've worried too much about my daughter, about money, about friends who ditch me, about my father-in-law. The latest drama is one my uncles who will probably die this week.

I think I'll join a nunnery. Except I'd have to give up sex, so maybe not. I'll just change identities and run away. That's the ticket.