Blogging. Today was extremely numbing. It didn't help that after we got home from the funeral I got high from talking to Jason while he smoked a joint. I wish I had a higher tolerence for chemicals. I really shouldn't abuse my body as much as I do.
The funeral was bad. I sat there thinking about how much I felt like an imposter, and how much the sermon sounded like an advertisement for dying as a Christian. We carried the coffin out. It was nowhere near as heavy as I thought it'd be.