What a sad day.

I woke up this morning worried about a friend who called me in bad circumstances yesterday, said they would call back, and did not.

So I got on LJ and found out a good e-friend of mine is having some really serious marriage problems. Like whoa. I cried when I read about it.

It rained all day long, mostly storming.

I called a 2nd real life friend to worry to her about the 1st, and she spent a long time telling me about her own very real problems. I think I helped her feel better, so that's good, but right around then -

Grant got home in a bad mood. The constant pain from his injury is really getting him down. And he was in caffeine withdrawal. Blah.

I tried to make the most of it. I went to the grocery store for some mozarrella cheese, and the manager of the store, who is an older female friend, pulled me aside and started crying, telling me her daughter got raped yesterday.

So I came home. I called my mother to see when my brother is coming down, and she was all tired and depressed. Told me he's been bugging her 20 times a day to call me about his trip, but she just doesn't feel like talking. And isn't willing to bring him or pay for any of it or let him take a bus, even though G's pain isn't letting him sit long enough for us to go there.

What the hell, man.

The good news is that Jake grins and flaps his arms everytime he sees me, and Isaac is giving me a lot of affection for some weird reason, and A and A are cracking me up with their imaginary play. I'm grateful for my children.

But I still have empathy pains.