Dammit.

[ysobelle]

Was at work today at the store for a few hours. Chatting with my sister, who'd also come in to work for a couple of hours, about some lovely coloured pearl necklaces we have. Somehow, in my brain, it got twisted around to the thought of inheritance, and I heard Leah's voice in my head, asking, "Is there anything of mine that you want?" And I couldn't help but cry.

That's just how it's going to be for a while.



If it takes you an extra three or four seconds to be genuinely nice to someone, rather than just perfunctory and civil, take that four seconds. G-d knows it's dark enough outside.