Just got back from springfield, home of my mother's parents. My uncle and his wife adopted a child from Russia, who's name is Vlad. Henceforeward known as 'The Impaler' to me. He's three.

He's having problems with his wife. I could feel the deep blue funk rolling off of him like dry ice.

My cousin's husband is a dirtbag. I don't want t discuss him.

I just read a short piece of writing that just about broke me. If I could give anything but empathy too the poor girl, the author, I would. But I can't, so I'll try not to think about it.

I'm so tired.