you can pull it back together

the day is good, i get a lot of shit taken care of before work, stuff i was amazed about, racing the clock, and i'm early, way early for me (15 minutes) and am gung ho about the day. i check in with my staff, say hey to my AD, unload the coat, and am heading up to the host stand wheb my phone rings.

stupid people or collection agencies call at these times, espcially on a saturday. but it's my sister.

oh

my father had a heart attack, and all is well. and two days later, i'm the one revitalized. i still hope that my mother might come to her senses, and oddly enough it may be my brother who speaks some sense, but...

the reality of life makes you realize how small your own idiocy is.

still...fuck this shit.