Today has been a really shit day, one for the record books, and I’m ready to just hide under the covers and wait for a different week to happen. And it’s barely noon.

To paraphrase the Walgreens ads, I’m at the corner of “what the fuck” and “fuck my life.” I don’t think Walgreens sells anything that can help (not without a prescription, at least) so instead I’m going to inhale a couple pop-tarts and claim it’s a healthy lunch. Even the wrapper says they are a good source of 7 vitamins and minerals. So healthy as hell, right?

No more merciful beheadings!

Regarding the vague nature of this post, and why it is such a shitty day – one of my kids did something stupid. Kids do that, I understand; but I feel like I’ve been at the end of my rope for so long that I sorta lost it earlier. Now I need to pull myself together and act like a grown up for the rest of the day and somehow come up with a plan to deal with it and god damn I’m just so. fucking. sick of doing so.

Added bonus: it’s cold and rainy. Again. Fuck you too, winter. I’m like Oprah – you get a fuck, and you get a fuck, and you, and you, and especially you – fucks for everything!!

(THIS is what happens when I forget to stop giving a fuck)

Carry on.

PS: No, this post has nothing whatsoever to do with the novel or movie, I just like the name, and if I had a Witch Mountain to escape to I probably would just fucking go. No mountains here.