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Why doesn't anything ever go right? Today I found out that my uncle has cancer. A bad cancer. One that most likely spread to many of his vital organs. One that can't be treated successfully. I go from being in shock, to crying hysterically. Nova's tongue is just big enough to catch all of my tears.

Confessions of my life:

1) Pickles eaten from Aunt Pat's pickle container are my comfort food even though I cry when I go get them. I eat many of them numerous times a day. Currently, they are most likely the source of 50% of my daily caloric intake.

2) No living thing loves me more than my puppy. She is always there for me. Especially when I'm having a bad day, like I am now, she follows me everywhere. And when I am stationary she parks by my feet... even when I sit on the toilet, she is loyally right between the toilet and the wall.

3) I watch too much Criminal Minds. I'm developing a complex or paranoia that everyone I see has the potential to be a serial killer. Or even when no one is around... they are watching me and plotting when to cut the power/knock on the door/etc. I can't wait for the next season to come in the mail tomorrow!

4) I have dysfunctional coping mechanisms. I believe this makes me ill-equip to do anything successful in life.

5) Most days, I figure I'd be better off being with her.

Time to go into another Netflix coma.