Rats are a girl's best friend.

Well, went to the funeral yesterday. I talked to Robby Moser -- I'm so afraid for him. I hope someone's put him on a suicide watch. He's a prime candidate for it. It's frightening. I hope all ends as well as it can for him.

I sat behind Victoria (I was told to. By her mom. So I was stuck in the family section. Definately, in retrospect, not a good thing. He was cremated and his urn was in the front of the auditorium, next to his motorcycle. Victoria got up and spoke, and it was a lovely speech. I cried. A lot. And Robby had prerecorded his speech, and the playing of taps, because he didn't want to break down halfway through his speech. It was so heartbreaking. Parents shouldn't have to bury (or cremate) their children. They shouldn't ever have to do that.

I wore a black dress, and my shoes were complimented by many. That made me very happy. If I have to wear heels, I like it when people complement them. I think I looked pretty good. I went in to the HS before the ceremony to hang out with mom and the others, then after the service met up with mom for lunch. We went looking for hermit crab shells, and I got to hold several rats. Oh, they made me so very very happy. So very happy. I got tons of ratty kisses, and one of the babies fell asleep on me, nustled in the crook of my arm. Oh it made me so happy. Nothing quite compares to the love of a rat.

Have a few more apps to finish sending out, then I'll be done. I just have had no motivation for anything the last week or so. I've been too upset.

And I've lost interest in finishing this post. So, I'm done for now.

Later.