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October 21, 2017

Fair warning, I’m slightly drunk while writing this. It’s Carrie Fisher’s birthday. She would have been 61. I love and miss you Space Mom. I went to Concord Mills today to get Christmas presents for my friends. While at the Books-A-Million, I found Carrie’s book, “Postcards from the Edge,” and even Debbie Reynold’s book, “Make ‘Em Laugh.” I’m so happy! I’ve been looking for “Postcards from the Edge,” for months and I finally found it, and on Carrie’s birthday no less! I feel like she’s watching over me. 

I have one of her other books, “The Princess Diarist,” that I bought just a few days after she passed away. I had decided to wait until her birthday to read it. That’s how I found myself in the bathtub with the book, a large stuffed-crust cheese pizza, and 1\4 a bottle of vodka tonight. It’s been a good time. 

I miss her so much and it hurts every day that she’s gone but I know that she’s still here with us. Here in our hearts and minds. She’s still here in her books and movies and interviews. She’s here with us forever. She is with us in every middle finger. In every weird hairdo. In every white dress. She’s in every French bulldog and every can of Coca-Cola. She’s in every sparkle. In every star and galaxy. She’s in Alderaan, and always remember: Alderaan is out there somewhere.