( Depressing shit behind the cut. Really won't blame you if you decide not to click. )

I mostly write stories about terrible things that happen to basically good people, but their friends and family rally around them in support and things turn out generally okay in the end.

Based on my experience in life, the first half of that sentence makes me a writer, and the second half makes me a fiction writer.

So as one of my favorite songs says, I somehow managed to make another trip around the sun today. This is a special anniversary of the night I put my mom in the hospital though. It's the thirtieth such anniversary.

(  That's right. The Titanic sank 100 years ago and 70 years later, I came screaming into this world demanding to know what the hell was going on and WHERE ARE MY PANTS? )

Dear Life,

You're actually pretty awesome right now. I like that.
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( Or, how I learned to stop worrying and love math. :D )

( MAYBE HUG YOUR TOWELS IF YOU HAVE THEM. )