I hate April first. It's not a joking day for me. My nephew, who blew his brains out a few years back, was born on this day. I remember that day like it was yesterday: I was in college in Iowa City and my step-sister delivered him there. I got to hold him when he was 4 hours old...I fell so deeply in love with that baby that it was only replaced with a deeper love once I held my own children.
And the jokes. It's not a joking day in my opinion, and I wish people would stop with the stupid, "School is out early...APRIL FOOLS" routine.
As Rachel, my yearbook editor, said this morning on her gmail status: Fuck Life. Even though I'm in a decent mood now, five days later, I think her status says it all. Some days life is just too damn big. I just saw my shrink for that feeling of melancholy and malaise that hits me every damn Monday and other select PMS days...I wonder why she is bummed though.
My big worries today include: to make the damn pinewood derby car and go to the race tonight or to blow it off and go to a waterpark/hotel....to make it on time to my son's first big solo in the high school production of "Grease"...to not get busted on my favorite role-playing game on Facebook...to check the mountain of papers I brought home this weekend...
Fuck life.
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