Emo update. I just finished watching the last episode of the 11th season of "Shameless." Weirdest show ever made, goofy, funny, sad. . . and, of course, profound. I've been watching it for months now, a show almost every night. And, of course, tonight, I wept like a child. Tears, big lips, swollen nose. . . you know the stupid drill. You can't believe you are doing it, but you can't stop, either. Crying over a t.v. show? But surely you've done it, too, if you have a heart.
And when I quit sobbing, I went to the computer to tell my friend. My buddy had sent me a clip from "The Newsroom," another great show that made me a cry baby--a lot. The clip was a song they sung at a funeral. Love and Death. Those are the only two real things in life, aren't they. Love and Death.
My mother turns 91 tomorrow. Cheers to that.
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