I'm in the middle of some stuff that I'm not sure I'm able to handle.
After dealiing with my mother's apparent loss of just about all of her recently-diminishing brain power, I now learned that my first real girlfriend -- who became a good adult friend, with whom I'd lost touch in the last year -- died this weekend. Trite phrases aside, I'm not dealing with all of this too well.
I know, I know -- whoop de doo. Where the hell are the naked broads and the off-kilter photos? Let's hope they come back.
I may start building model train sets. . . .