I want to complain. I want to bitch and moan. Today was filled with unnecessary stress caused by other people not pulling their weight, so I want to vent, scream, and yell. I’m not going to complain, though. Sixty-seven people just died in a plane crash in Washington, D.C. That trumps my day. A guy jumped off an overpass near my house and lived, so he’s having a much worse day than I am. Would it be off-sides to send him a card in the hospital that says, “Can’t you do anything right?!”

Today could best be summarized by that picture: An old woman with no teeth and dead eyes, contemplating the blue light on the Ring camera while fumbling with the drawstring on her pajamas in the dark. I don’t know how else to explain it. She’s the third child I never wanted, the fifth mother I didn’t ask for, and the cause of the majority of my stress today and every other.

Today wasn’t even extraordinary. The problem is that the things that happened today happen every day. It’s like fucking Groundhog Day. Bonnie keeps telling me that this situation we’re in won’t last forever, but she has yet to prove it to me. As far as anyone knows, we’re in hell, and we’re going to be stuck in this loop for all eternity. I haven’t seen any evidence to the contrary.

I realize I’m being very vague, but no one is going to read this anyway. Plus, if I get into specifics, it’s only going to piss me off and make me complain, which I already said I wasn’t going to do. So, I will just end my rambling with this: Tomorrow is a new day. Or if it’s not new, it’s a refurbished “like-new” yesterday. I’m just not sure how many more times yesterday can be recycled before I snap.