The viewing/funeral was depressing. There was probably over a hundred people there, packed into the house. Sam looked different, like plastic, which was hard to see. Looked like Sam though, with snowboarding goggles, a Flogging Molly shirt, headphones and a couple cans of Red Bull. Good for him. I saw a couple of other guys from camp, and Sam’s brother Gabe, who’s been either in my cabin or village for the past four years. He looked good, as did his dad. They’re opening up a scholarship for kids to go to camp in his name.
I broke down in the car on the way back. This shouldn’t happen.
I’ve had a little to divert me though. I called Sarah, which always seems to help. Watched Daybreak and got pissed off at the recent Veronica Mars news*, ate dinner. It’s been a crappy day.
* Turns out that they’re going to be abandoning the Season-long mystery thing after the second arc this season, and going with standalone episodes. They’ll also be doing some overarcing romance things with the show, which is just plain annoying. Hopefully the show’ll still be good after that.