The highway's jammed with broken heroes

[cyrano]

My friend Chanel is dead. She died last week in an auto accident. I'm supposed to be working on writing a cover letter to go with the revamped resume I still haven't finished so I can apply for the Executive Assistant job at SkyWest, which has to be done by Friday. At first, all I could think was "You were driving too fast and talking on the cel phone again, weren't you? I told you and told you." And lately it's "That trip to Portland is never going to happen now." Either way I'm afraid my mind isn't much on my work.

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[tersa.livejournal.com]

And all I can think of is 'Why didn't you tell me this last night??'

Hrmph.

But, *hug*. And I hope your flight and stuff went/goes well.

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Don't feel bad. I didn't tell anybody all week.
It's kind of weird; I thought about it but just didn't manage to say anything. This entry last night was the first time I said anything, and that was hard enough.