Of all of the things I've lost I miss my mind the most.

How in the fuck am I supposed to maintain a semblance of normalcy in my life when shit keeps blindsiding me?

I just recently learned that a member of my family has admitted themselves to the psych ward. I swear to [insert name of deity here], all I want is some peace and fucking quiet. Just for a little while I'd like to live my life with no drama. Is that too much to ask? Apparently it is.

The aforementioned loonie is most definitely fucked in the toque and it's about time the stupid arse sought help, but I could have quite happily gone about my business without knowing such information. The fucktard is 600km away, and now somewhere in the bowels of my being (I think it might be called a sense of compassion or some other such nonsense) I almost feel like I should inquire about said freak-of-the-week's progress.

But I won't.

I'm sure the imbecilic moron's perceived psychosis will be resolved in time (and likely with lots of meds, the lucky bastard) and at such time the recovery will be announced to all with great fanfare. I know every family has their share of lunatics, freaks and the like, but it seems that I have an overabundance of all of them.

Between the health and mental problems you would have a hard time opening a medical text book and not finding something that a family member of mine has or is suffering from. I've dealt with everything from clinical depression to various cancers to AIDS from tainted blood. We really run the gambit in our clan.

At this point I'm fortunate to have relatively (compared to them) good health both mentally (I said relative to them CS you cock-smoker) and physically. I'm just waiting for my turn to spin the wheel of grievous pain and suffering and see what I'll come up with (c'mon 2-hydroxyglutaric aciduria).

These last few days have been blissfully Dan-free and I guess I need to cherish these times more. Or not. If this shit didn't happen to me you fuckers wouldn't have anything to read. So in my attempt to see a "positive" side to things, at least it gives me something to rant about.

I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.