My life has been an Alanis Morissette song for the last couple of days. This morning when I woke up to the sound of my uncle’s cell phone going off, my first thought was, “what the fuck, not again.” My second thought was, “something doesn’t feel right; it feels later.” My third thought, after turning and looking at the time on my alarm clock, was vocalized: “Fuck!”

It was nine — the time I was supposed to be in work for. For some crazy reason, my OCD went on vacation last night and allowed me to set my alarm wrong! I frantically called my boss, threw on some clothes, stopped at Dunkin Donuts and the whole time I was doing this I was hoping maybe I was dreaming the whole thing. Luckily, my boss was very understanding about it. He asked me, “why do you think I get up at five every morning? That way, even if I oversleep I’m not late!”

Needless to say, I think I’m going to be checking my alarm a hundred thousand times, instead of the usual fifty thousand.

Anyway, here are those pictures I promised:

And here are a few bonus ones:

Don’t look at me! I’m drunk!

Mike, with his classic “fuck you,” and Eugene

I can’t believe he did that drunk and didn’t fall

Sandy got sentimental and insisted on us taking a picture together

She made me take ANOTHER drunken picture with her. She must hate me.

This was a couple of weeks ago, after the wake. We decided to try and have some fun, because we thought Liane would want us to go out and do just that.

I thought I’d harass you all just one more time:

Jenna, founder of Rising Above, recently announced her latest book project. She is collecting letters from survivors of abuse, to themselves or their abusers. If you have a MySpace account, you can view the event posting here, or you can email Jenna for more information.

If you know anyone who might be interested, please pass this on!