I don't care if I'm evil; I still laughed.

Jerry Falwell is dead, and when I first heard, I admit it; I giggled. You're supposed to respect the dead, but what if dying is about the most respectable thing a person has ever done? He's no Fred Phelps, but still.

Anyway, I can't blog long; I have a project. A musical project. I am transcribing. It is moving forward, but not quite as fast as I'd like. Though I don't have an actual deadline, time is a factor. We'll see where I am by tomorrow morning.