My family all have their problems and all at once and don't care about me. They're just emotionally dumping on me today. My mom about her mom, my sister about her stupid boyfriends. (She has no idea how to act calmly). And do they care about me holding up through their onslaught? No. Of course not. And of course I crawl off to a dark corner and cry, then get a headache from crying, then catch myself talking to a cricket who seems to be trying to cheer me up with his music.
Ughh. For a day that was beautiful outside, it sure was a rough one.
But I've rented a movie with Val Kilmer in it and made some chocolate covered chex and I feel much better.

And by the way, crickets are amazing musicians! I swear Beethoven must have stolen all his best works from a cricket. I have a newfound love for them after today.