Friday, October 13, 2017
This week has sucked major balls. Husband in car wreck thanks to a shitty Tampa driver texting & not paying attention, Cat having shit fits every night thanks to him hearing stray cats outside. Work being work. Homecoming for the high school tomorrow.
I'm tired. I'm tired for all those affected by the horrific disasters in the world. I'm tired for the downtrodden who have to fight to be heard, and even when they finally are heard, they're treated like crap. I'm tired for me, having to be the one who keeps everything together when I'm losing everything on the inside.
In honor of being tired both in body and soul, I give you a photo of Mystery and I sharing n iced coffee on Friday the 13th.
As far as I'm concerned, Jason can come full about 3/4ths of this sorry ass world. We'd be the better for it.