The viewing starts in a few hours, two and a half to be exact, but apparently I have to be at Knight-O'Donnell by 3:30. So I have one hour and forty-five minutes to somehow make myself ready to greet mourners for four hours. I can't bring any stitching, of course. Mom's already said she'll kill me if I do. I wonder if a small notebook to work on NaNo will work. Everybody says it'll go fast. Maybe for someone who doesn't have a near phobia of the damn places in the first place. I can't wait for this hell to begin, let me tell you.
In the meantime, I'm listening to Pandora and trying to do a little retconning for my NaNo. Oh, and trying to avoid the really good-looking hoagies my cousin brought over for us. Damned Celiac Disease!