That's all I can muster up. Fear and loathing in Montclair. I'm seeing red. Can't even bring myself to type my customary good night, b/c that would involve using the word "good," and I just don't feel it in my heart. On top of all the grief in town, I have piled on shame, anger, aggression and guilt.
TCOY
TCOY
- Important reading.
- Iced coffee @ Java Love. You can really taste the coffee bean quality.
- Private Benjamin.
- Walked Sug.
- Weeded garden to try and weed out some of the heavy sadness I'm feeling this week, between the funeral for MHS Senior Eamonn Wholley today with Figgy and her friends to the loss of Maggie's dad/Carol's husband in the plane crash the day after Eamonn took his own life after long battling with depression. There is something extra sad about seeing high school kids in long black dresses and dark suits on a sunny June morning. To see Eamonn's parents was saddest of all. May they and his brothers somehow find their way from day to day.
- Ate a white nectarine and fresh cherries.
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