Well, not really.
Today is a bit rocky. Today is my mom's birthday. First one since she died and I am in a foul mood.
In typical man fashion I want to curl up in a cave, lick my wounds and be left alone.
Dumbass Fuckwad Shitheel and Mrs Shitheel No. 3 are in from Iowa. It's not their fault, but their presence is invasive and not entirely welcome under the circumstances.
I'll be OK, this is part of the grieving process, it just sucks. Suckage is also part of the grieving process.
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