Vive le roi!

Michael Jackson is dead.

So is Farrah Fawcett.

What a day. No wonder there were epic thunderstorms (in which I was caught and by which I was drenched).

I don't have much to say, other than work and school are peachy keen.

But I did have to blog. About this. Farrah is a sad case, of course, but she Michael Jackson dying is momentous. It is BIG. He was an icon.

I feel old.

But not sad.

I'm starting to be happy for the people who die.

Even though death terrifies me, I'm wondering if there is anything afterwards that would justify us saying, "He's in a better place".

If there is, I'm happy.