Sure, being turned into a pretty pretty diamond might be interesting on a metaphorical level, especially if you're a twelve-year-old girl. But when I die, please just put me in the ground and leave me there. Don't feel obligated to CARRY ME AROUND.
That is all. Probably until next week. I have a pretty crazed 72 hours coming up -- starting with a hockey game at 7:30, Harry Potter at midnight, and a temp gig at 9:30 AM. In GLENDALE! God.