I wake up to the sound of birds. The city hasn't even begun to heat up yet, but I can't go back to sleep. The FUNERAL is getting closer and it occupies my mind, like the troops of a foreign country.

In an attempt to fight the memories, me, Black and Aloysius decide to visit Silver Lake. After 3 glasses of Pinot on the rocks @ a small mexican bar I ALMOST forget about the funeral. Then Black suddenly points to something behind me, gets up and runs out, and as I turn around I can see the back of her (my) Charles Anastase dress disappear through the doors of a thrift store. Only seconds later she returns with a huge pink plastic bag in her hands.
"I found it" she shouts for the whole street to hear. "The perfect dress for the funeral!"

The "find" is a 50s wedding dress with all neon green flowers. My face goes blank.
"That's a wedding dress" I stammer.
"I know!" she says. "But I mean, isn't a funeral really exactly the same thing as a wedding, except that you celebrate one person instead of two… and that person happens to be dead.”
I try to make a sentence, but I'm out of words. Then my phone rings and saves me. It's the attorney!
"You won't believe this" he says "but..."

OH NO, now my stupid bear is making a scene (I think it's on purpose, he's always searching for "someone's" attention these days).

I'll have to continue this post later.

(Dress: Alaïa + Mask from 99 cent store + Grannys necklace)

I sit in the shade by the pool and stare @ the note. The 32nd of august is not a good date to set for anything (except maybe dying or have your heart torn apart). I have no clue why the Attorney picked that day. Perhaps he's just a man with no sense of time or direction.
There are signs of this. 4 example I've tried to reach him without success. The voice message on his phone says: "I'm on Hawaii on holiday and will be back July 28th. Aloha!"

Nice 2 hear 4 all the clients of a lawyer specializing in "funeral law".
Sometimes it feels like I live in another dimension. Where time moves in a different way, contrasts don't exist and everybody around me speaks in riddles.

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Seems the only thing stable in this madness is Aloysius sulking.
I'm getting SO f****g tired of that bear. This morning I told him that if he didn't eat his Cocoa Pops I'd forcefeed him but he just gave me an insolent stare and said that he was "my toy bear and I could treat him to my own pleasure".

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Also, I asked Black if she remember Evan or know anything about him, but she said no. There's too many things taking up space in my head right now.