An Explanation (the doesn't actually explain anything)

Some of my dear readers were unfortunate enough to witness or hear about some erratic behavior on my part this weekend. Anyone who knows me knows that it usually takes coercion in order for me to leave a flea market--for me to arrange to leave early is unheard of.

Rest assured, everything is okay. No one was sick, no family members died.

Long story vague, my sister went missing the night before. My mum didn't handle it very well. Sister was found, some things were explained, and we had to adjust to a new reality. After the initial shock wore off, I was fine. I just had some information to process. Some stuff you just can't unhear.

BUT! As I said, everything is okay now and nobody got hurt.

Thanks, Jeni and Kay for not prying and bringing my car home in one piece.
Thanks, MS for riding to the rescue (as you always do) and taking care of me (as you always do).
Thanks, Tiffany, for not knowing what in the bloody hell I'm talking about.

We now continue our regularly scheduled shallow, irreverent optimism.

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Anna Nicole dies and it's all you see on tv for a month.

Kurt Vonnegut dies and it's a tiny line on CNN.com.

Fuck you, America.