Will It Be

...As joyful for me?  Maybe.  I hope.  Everyone else seems to be in for a wonderful surprise (I think we even called some of the bad kids in from their times-out to come share cake at the end.)

Not Hollow For Long...

...Not that it takes more than one of "those" to do the job.  But I guess the attempt at feigning an organic ego exactly my antithesis necessitates apparent inscrutability even when there's a risk of just apparent ineptitude.  I'm torn:  Sit in the box until death?  Are you kidding?  Heather would never get herself killed on that carpet -- it's dirty.  Alternatively, it's cold and no safer outside.  And I'd have to put up with the stage stuff perimortem...  Yawn.

I can at least say that last night was the most wonderful in that everyone else seemed to be genuinely having fun doing what they wanted -- none of that exsanguinated, creaky, creepy vibe.  I may have been unable to enjoy myself fully because of what I had to process.  But I'm glad of everyone else seeming to be in a good mood.

If You Want To Erase...

...My existence and any history of it altogether, don't henpeck me about it for years before issuing the coup de grace.  Also, any effort to do so kind of leaves as much if not three times the mark on the world that I have.  Also, a death wish against me just needs to end my life, not erase any traces that I ever lived...