there is a cloud over texas the size of a hurricane. i bumped my head on the car door frame and thought i was gonna die from the pain in my neck.

when my stepmom was terminal i remember one social worker telling me how they (the nold ones) drop dead like flies in this weather. this was not helping my depression thinking of dad dying from the weather.

had my exit interview from work today. dad says i am making myself depressed. he can be really mean sometimes. so i sang zippity do dah to try to cheer myself up. then i remembered that was what i was whistling on the day they gave me notice. i just can't win for losing.