not a perfect metaphor

Lady Phred inna newspaper; link stolen from seramercury. Mood trying to crash again due to reading it, but that's to be expected. And easily fought off, methinks.
On a sort-of related note, it's amazing how much music can turn your entire day around.

Mom called. Lady Phred died last night.
Have pretty much known this was coming, but still. The world sucks. (Real life, fiction, whichever - it's always the best people. ALWAYS.)
May or may not elaborate later. Right now I'm just trying to stay coherent enough to go to work.

::snerk:: one: Someone remind me why I want to be an English major?
::snerk:: two: Dad and I were watching the Soul Music DVD last night (note to self: that goes back tomorrow), and I wondered aloud if you'd really want tap water in Ankh-Morpork, since that's mentioned in there. He countered with, "So is that where Jesus walked on the water?"
( good-karma requests )
ETA: RPage types! We must poke havenstar into joining the madness!
ETA^2: A drabble With a Thousand Elephants! (This exclamation mark's part of the title. Really.)

If I could just make it through this week without killing anyone (especially considering the number of sodding idiots who are ASKING for it), that would be lovely. Too much stuff, not enough time. Narrowly (and I do mean narrowly) avoided a nervous breakdown in maths, seeing as I screwed myself re: understanding the first chapter of stuff for the exam. (eep.)
In other news, it lives! It lives! More to the point, Anathema told everyone about Google. This ought to get interesting. XD (Actually, I stumbled across the band referenced in there somewhere a while back. Prolly through someone's LJ interests, come to think of it. Haven't heard anything though, so I can't give you any sort of review.)
We got a new sofa-thingy today. There's a recliner and a hide-a-bed and the thing is like four feet tall or so. Mom said it smelled like someone killed a cow in the living room (mass quantities of black leather, donchaknow), but I told her that would likely smell much worse.
As stated, am going to prom after all. Whoopee. Watch me party. (Really, I'm sure there'll be something enjoyable about the whole thing, just... right now I've too much otherwise to deal with.)
Dad stopped on the way home from dinner to talk to one of my parents' friends; his wife just started chemo. AGAIN. (She had breast cancer last year and fought that down, and now there's cancer in her legs and pelvis. There were articles about her in the local paper and possibly the Enquirer, but I don't think so, while she was busy last year.) Just... dude. They could do with some good karma (or whatever you prefer), if y'all wouldn't mind.
Have written a paragraph of Religion Paper of DOOM. /me feels quite accomplished. XD Now, if I can just find the Silicon Valley article without losing what little sanity I had in the first...