Reading harold_maude's journal

It's a strange thing to wake up the morning after some really crappy news has show up.
My eyes are still red and swollen from the reaction I had to all of this last night.
Makes me wonder what else is headed my way.
I got to a place last night where I just went really quiet. Too exausted to feel much anymore.
I felt completely numb.

This morning the sky is grey, and it looks like it's going to storm again. Maybe there will be a tornado today. That would be something to get close to and watch it eat stuff.
That going through a house and it eating everything would be something horrible to watch, but maybe a once in a life time deal.
Anyway, it's sunday and I'm still breathing so things must still not be done.
I know somewhere along the line I'll bounce back because that's what a person has to do in order to survive. Be strong. Be resilliant. Be what ever. I'm thinking today I probably need to do something completely different so that I can at least try to have a reasonably good day.