Marvin the Robot ---- depression... Life don't talk to me about life...
I'm SO depressed. How so very much I wish I could change this but its not happening. OK so my mother isn't dying any time in the immediate future. She will be having her bladder removed, see I hadn't even considered how many organs can be plucked out and we just keep on ticking. I had my gall bladder chopped out back in '88. She freaked out because well the "C" word. I recall the 60s when people were confused about cancer causes and had no idea that the longevity would allow for more things like cancer to be common place. She has to get retested for all the other areas just in case there has been a spread of cancer but the last surgery showed that the tumors were aggressive with growth but hadn't broken out of the bladder yet. This is all hand in hand part of living, the failure of systems and parental units. The depressing thing was when she said that if things got bad that they would sell the house in Vegas and move closer to me... Hello remember me, I'm the BAD CHILD the one everything wrong was blamed upon. FUCKITY FUCK FUCK... Anyone want a large 4 bedroom house north of Vegas on 1/2 acre? No, no one will. Lets hear it for finally a silver lining in the downturn of real estate. Snort.