Bad - 12.08.14 in Your Face

Today was a bad day.

Robin Williams is dead, and I am very upset about it. For several reasons, really. Firstly, he was hilarious. Secondly, he was huge in the 90's, when I was growing up, and he was endearing and sensitive and loving. Thirdly, I am just so sad for him. To have wanted to stop living, he must have been in a terrible place. Sure, I crap on in here about how I think about killing myself, but I think we all know that I'm still a ways away from actually doing it. I'm sad that he won't be around to enjoy his family, but he made his decision, and it's done. He's gone. I guess I'm just shocked.

In other news, I got my shoes absolutely caked in mud after I had to squeeze past one of my brother's THREE cars, that he insists on parking right up near the house so there's no space to walk through. His dog was yelping and squeaking and carrying on all day and I want to shoot it in the face. There was a letter in the mailbox for him from the Sheriff's office, which probably means that they'll be coming out to see if they can take any of his shit to satisfy his debts, and also means that, surprise surprise, he's done nothing at all about a situation that was ridiculously out of hand nearly 18 months ago when he and mother were harassing me about it. Asshole refuses to accept responsibility for his own actions, this is what happens. I told them both, ten times, all he had to do to make it go away (I do this shit for a living, for fuck's sake). Guess what? He didn't do shit.

Oh, I'm in a mood today. Or, just every day. I have a wicked eye twitch.