Why is it that whenever a white person gets away with something it’s automatically assumed it was because he’s white? And how come whenever a black person gets a raw deal it’s automatically assumed it was because he’s black? How about considering the fact that sometimes life simply isn’t fair. Period. Why am I sitting here dealing with health issues while murderers sometimes get much older than me before they have any problems? Life just isn’t fair. Never has been, never will be, as much as it sucks to know. An 80-year-old can die broke that worked their ass off all their life, while a 20-year-old can win the lottery or inherit a fortune and be set for life. So before focusing on just one or two groups, I think we should keep in mind and remember that EVERYBODY gets shit on. 

Got up a few hours ago and feel amazingly calm. Now I just gotta figure out what’s causing this rash I developed a few days ago in the groin area. I haven’t changed soaps or detergents, so I don’t know what to think. I just know I’m tired of having one thing after another. 

Yesterday I had slight but obvious feelings of anxiety and depression and took a chill pill, which did the trick well. We’re guessing it’s the lingering effects of the meds fucking with my head, but we’re still not sure if it’s one or both of them or what. As I said before, sometimes the best way to deal with a problem is not to deal with it at all. Whether or not I decide to drop doctors and meds altogether, however, will have to be up to me and me only. 

Anyway, we’re still working on trying to go pineapple in the kitchen. Yeah, trying to get sunny yellow walls in there has been a real bitch with that damn paneling. Had I known it’d be this rough I wouldn’t have bothered to do that room. The design on the wallboards wasn’t hideous, just dull. 

Paid holidays are great, but I still hate this time of year. There are simply way too many holidays between now and New Year’s, and it only tends to bring out the chaos and the worst in people. As it is there are tons of RVs coming into the park now, kids, and people visiting with loud stereos. 

Molly is apparently using Aly to update her Thoughts blog for her. God help her when she is forced to dump Molly again, and of course… God help me, too.