Tonight I'm tired, I'm morose, and my throat hurts from giving Vixen a yelling at that she so deserved for being a grumpy old butt. The tired seems to go without saying anymore, but the morose comes from my uncle passing away yesterday morning (mom just called today). He had been diagnosed with bladder cancer if I gathered that correctly, and had not been well for a while. So, I am heading to the viewing tomorrow. Blah. I've been kind of anticipating this first domino falling for a while now. Peter Steele nailed it when he said in your 20s everyone is getting married and having kids and in your 30s everyone is dying.