So it's Memorial Day today. I know a lot of people will go out and have a nice day off, but I hope that during all of that, they will remember those who have fought for the red white and blue. I just finished watching an awesome episode of Gene Simmons Family Jewels, where he went and visited a veterans hospital, and then did a show for some of the troops, and that man actually got teary during all of this. Kinda made me teary too. I wish I was a better person, that I could be strong enough to serve our country, but I'm not and I can't. And I'm told they wouldn't want me with my medication history anyways. Which sort of stings, but I can't say I blame them much.

I'm kind of tired of being in pain. Seriously. I'm tired of my ankle hurting and being swollen, I'm tired of my wrist hurting, but I don't know what to do for either. My ankle just has to heal, and my wrist, hell if I know. My shoulders been really acting up too. It's like the entire left side of my body is just ridiculous. It's getting so old.

I miss volunteering. When I was younger, I volunteered at the Crisis Nursery and at Therapeutic Horsemanship. Crisis Nursery was a place where people could leave their children for up to 72 hours for whatever reason. Some came because a parent was afraid they were going to hurt their child, others came because it was either too hot or too cold outside, and where they were living didn't have air conditioning or heat, things like that. And Therapeutic Horsemanship was therapy for mentally and physically challenged children. It was so moving to watch the kids on the horses. They loved it so much. I remember one little boy said his very first word on his horse, and that word was his horse's name. His parents got so teary. It makes me think what I'm doing with theater is just silly. What sort of good will it do? None. I feel very selfish at this moment. And it's not a good feeling.

PT 109 was on tv today, I love that movie. I love Jack Kennedy, I have a weird fascination with him. He was so smart, and had such a personality. I can't help but wonder what would have happened if he hadn't been assassinated.

And Charles Nelson Reilly died. I loved him too. I love watching old reruns of Match Game, he was so funny. *sigh* It feels like a pretty melancholy day right now.