I look at the calendar and try to determine a date on which to give notice. Shouldn't I be the least bit disturbed that this is precisely how I treat dying?

In the same vein, my new paradigm for decorating and arranging my apartment is how it will look like when whichever family member has to come out here and gather my stuff. What I want whoever to see first, what I want them to find. Is that how it works? I thought that is what happened with Ritu, but I think maybe she was still alive when her brother came out to get her stuff.

current soundtrack: For Stars - "We Are All Beautiful People"