My great aunt died today. I didn't cry or anything, I didn't really see the need. I didn't know her very well and while I'm sad, I don't have to cry. I've done enough crying to last me a lifetime. I'm especially sad because she died unhappily. She died while she was fighting with her daughter, something that isn't going to leave her daughter (who is, unfortunatley, terminally ill and only has a few months left to live) until she dies herself. Whcih is another sad thought. I see a lot of death coming in the near future. I feel sick because my eating habits keep fluctuating. It's like, it's the only thing in my physical appearance that I can personally control, so why can't I keep a handle on it anymore? Eurgh. I'm gonna fix that, i'm working on it. In good news, cousins are coming down this week. And i'm getting my hair done. So yep. Happy me.