Shit-ass day.
I go to Wilson to visit my mom in the hospital. That was fine. Stopped by my dad's to see how he was doing. Drunk, of course. And he's supposed to go to the hospital to see my mom -- SOBER. So I make four cups of coffee for him in hopes that it will help sober him up. I won't even go into detail about what was said through drunken slurs. I leave there, get stopped by two state troopers. Of course, my inspection sticker is out of date. 8 months out of date, in fact. Get a pink slip. No fine or anything, thank GOD. So I'm back in Greenville now, eating my first meal of the day: blackberry yogurt. What a shitty day. And then I find out: Pluto isn't a planet anymore? What?
I'm trying really hard not to break down, to handle this well, to smile and not worry and be cheerful and merry. I think it's so much to handle that I can't even begin to process what's happening.
I'm trying really hard not to break down, to handle this well, to smile and not worry and be cheerful and merry. I think it's so much to handle that I can't even begin to process what's happening.