trickydoodle

It's been a heck of a month.

My grandmother broke her pelvis in a collison with Robbie. I got unwantedly pregnant. My father's best friend-- whom he had known since either age five or age nine-ish, depending on which story you believe--mine or my mom's, with mine being based on nothing and hers on being my father's wife, though I can't remember if she said nine or ten or thirteen-- killed himself by putting a bullet through his skull with his feet. He was born without arms. He committed the suicide because he feared being disbarred from the ABA and he was facing charges of embezzlement and fraud and the like. Then I had that pesky abortion. And now my mom is off to help my brother and his wife with the baby they are going to having any minute now, leaving me in charge of both Robbie and my grandmother. Which is just so awesome, seeing how I can barely get through the days as they are now.

I know it will all be fine. My gut tells me so, as does my past experience with me and Hard Times. I am almost glad now I had such a shitty decade of being in my twenties. I can deal with just about anything.

I will be happy when the chaos dies down again.

I dislike chaos. And this entry.