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Cannibal grief devours itself, cracks its own bones, sucks out the marrow. I think about my sister and I don't seem to have room for feeling much of anything else. If you want to get a sense of what we're looking at (and it's pretty bleak) you can read this. (link disabled because it looks like, very, very fortunately, that's not what's going on) I'll let you know if there's any significant change -- one way or the other.

In the meantime, I'd love it if you'd humor me by playing the game that I used to play with her, one I blogged about once, a long, long time ago.

There are three kinds of people: those who can count and those who can't. My sister, who lives far away and has an important and mysterious job, introduced me to another system of classification, which she undoubtedly lifted, without attribution, from some other source. Everything and everyone, she explained, is either boring or annoying.

So, which one are you? Boring or annoying?

Now, this is no place for temporizing. I'm not looking for something like: "Well, sometimes I'm kinda boring, but not really. And other times, I guess some people might get the impression that I'm tiny bit annoying. But on the whole, I think that I'm a good combination of the two and you could even say that, actually, I'm quite interesting and charming." No, no, no. Be bloody, bold and resolute. Pick an unflattering adjective and wave it like a flag.

Are you boring or are you annoying?

I'll go first. I'm boring.

eta: And, really, don't feel that you need to say anything else. I know how hard it is to find the words for someone else's sorrow. I promise that a one-word answer is enough to let me know that you're thinking of my sister.

edited even more to add: Looks like the overwhelming majority of you are annoying. Which, honestly, is not what I would have guessed.