too much to update

My Grams is currently at an inpatient psychiactric facility.  I had to take Luke to the ER due to the slim chance he had eaten some of Grams's pills.  My ex tried to make it so I couldn't attend one of my best friends' bachelorette party.  My kid told me he doesn't like daddy anymore.  The house is a fucking wreck.  This all since Wednesday.

So, I'm going to sit on the driveway with my wine and cigarettes until I'm drunk enough to at least get the trash and recycling together.  Seems massively more productive than anything else I could be doing at the moment.

Time to start inventing a new life again as this one is kind of sucking at the moment.  Hilarity is bound to resume at some point, so hang tight.