So. I went to see my dad's grave today. First time I've been back since the funeral six years ago. I just went by on a whim on my way to Wal-Mart. I don't really know why. It was pretty surreal. There was nobody else at the cemetery. I didn't say anything, I didn't cry, and I didn't leave anything on the grave (I might've taken flowers or something if I'd actually planned to go). I just kind of acknowledged that it was there, then left. It was all very dispassionate and non-dramatic. Not quite how I'd always envisioned it. But at least now I've been there.

On a cheerier note, after spending the last two days being completely blocked on both of my fics, I now know how to proceed on Getaway. So part 4 should start progressing nicely, hopefully tonight if I can manage to keep myself off of AIM and stop thinking about whatever will have happened on tonight's Buffy long enough to write something.