Funerals

I was a leader again, at work. After work my apathy level steadily rose. I think this happens after periods of stressful emotion, sort of a burn out, and I'm mellow. Maybe it's also like getting sick: you catch it and then you're immune from getting it again immediately. Interesting stuff.

So while I was busy not caring in math class, I kind of did this eye rolling head falling thing and I thought I might be in the process of fainting. I wish I had, the day would have been more interesting; though I would have to make up the math test, and I'm glad I got that out of the way. Hurrah for not fainting, then!

Today's thought features funeral processions because one passed me a couple weeks ago. I find it odd that someone's leftovers are carted in parade fashion, and that everyone seems to know to not drive passed it. No one worries about being late for work.
I know it's a respect deal, but then no one respects a vehicle carrying a piano. I see little difference in the remains of a tree and the remains of a human, except that the tree does even more after death. It's going to be weird when we run out of places to bury people.

I wonder when I'm going to run out of ideas to babble about.
-I've never met a tree I didn't like- (can't say that about many things in life)