THE STORY SO FAR: Came down with strep Friday, discovered (as a result of being off of my antihistamine) upon drinking herbal tea with honey that I am **** allergic to honey (hello, anaphylaxis!), while recuperating learned that my maternal grandmother discovered a lump in her breast that the doctor doesn't think is benign, upon returning from that fun doctor's visit my mom came home to find her precious pug dead (only eight years old) of no apparent cause, and I wake up at 4am to a text that my father's had to rush to the hospital because my paternal grandmother's congestive heart failure has reached critical mass, only to have her flatline this morning not twenty minutes after talking to him to try to figure out how to get there in time to say goodbye AND THEN to have her resuscitated only to likely be brain-dead but prolong his agony of watching his mother's body catch up to the rest of her by at least another 24 hours to see if she recovers (spoiler alert: unlikely to **** happen).
We're only twelve goddamn days into this Gregorian shit-show, a **** election year to boot, and you have the unmitigated **** gall to claim David Bowie?
**** you, 2016. **** you right in your **** ****.
Hopefully you got all the awfulness for the year out of the way already.
