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So. My grandmother died this afternoon. That's all I know right now; I don't know when the funeral will be, or what days I'll be going home, or how exactly it happened or how people are dealing. (Me, I'm dealing by having produced the first 400 words of an incredibly angsty fanfiction, which I'll likely think better of posting, but which seems appropriate at the moment.)

I've been in so many airports these last few months. I don't mind flying, and I always get through security without a problem, but it all seems so drudging and tiresome. I hate these little details more than anything, I think. I want everything to stop and be shocked at death, I want the world to shake; all the normalcy of it is terrible. It makes it seem inevitable. Which it is, but it feels wrong that we would let it be like that.

I don't have much to say, but if I don't post now, I never will, so. Now you know.