Bored as hell in suburban Minnesota.

Yesterday was exhausting, both physically and emotionally.  The day technically started with picking a friend up at the airport at about 1:30AM.  I've been to the airport to pick someone up or drop someone off six times in the past couple weeks or so, really makes me wish I could go on a vacation.  Probably got to sleep about 3:30-3:45.  At sometime between 7:30 and 7:45 I got a call from work asking me to come in early.   My co-worker, Ashley, was really good friends with Jeff (mentioned in my last post) and his visitation and funeral were that day.  I worked from 8:30 to 4:30, it was busy, as Mondays usually are.  After work, I went home briefly before going over to the visitation with my family.  I saw some people that I hadn't seen in a long time there, caught up with some of them.  I was holding up pretty well until I went up to the casket and saw the body.  The morticians had done a good job, he looked a lot more like his old self than he did when he died.  I cried when his sister bent down to kiss him before the closed the casket.  The service was pretty nice, there were a lot of fond remembrances.  His dad, his brother, and the pastor all had great stories they shared.  I cried again when my sister, Laura, sang a song.  The church was packed, I'd never seen that many people there.  Jeff had a lot of friends, he was always a good natured person, even when things weren't going so good for him.  There was a meal after the service, but I didn't really want to stay.  I said goodbye to a few people and got out of there, got home about quarter to 9.