I didnt write yesterday for good reason. Many good reasons. My heart just wasn't in it because my day went to hell. Unfortunately it didnt take the death parade route so it wasnt any fun.

First of all I want to talk briefly about what I woke up to. Johnny Cash, the man in black, passed away. I cant lie, I cried. Talk about a reality check on the whole mortality thing. I mean, he was just always going to live forever to me, no matter how ill he was. It's amazing how I feel not knowing him personally. I feel like Ive lost my bad ass grandfather that I didnt know all that well or something. I remember once I came home and the house was completely dark. There were candles leading me into the bedroom/living room and I thought "wow, did the he set up a romantic evening or something? Weird." But when I entered the bedroom, there he was, the boy, sitting on a chair on the bed with a guitar and a cowboy hat on and telling me to sit in a chair he had set up. He pressed play on the remote and began lip syncing to "ring of fire" for me just to make me smile. Johnny Cash always made everyone in this house smile. Geez, may you rest in peace Mr. Cash. Im glad you get to go back to your wife now.



On a more selfish note, my day completely blew the ol' major chunks yesterday. Well, it started the nite before yesterday around 11pm when we finally figured out what that burning smell was in the kitchen that we'd been enduring all day. We were searching around the kitchen for the source for about the millionth time and just as we were about to give up, the boy's skate helmet fell off the top of the refridgerator. It was warm to the touch which was not normal obviously and it reeked of that burning stench. Turns out the plug behind the fridge was overheating and on the fritz. When we tried to pull the plugs out of the wall, they were melted into the socket. And even after we got them out, the wall was getting increasingly hotter and the socket was making a little zappy sound. We called our landlord and he said he wouldnt be here til the morning. I freaked out of course, being the major drama queen I tend to be. I was pissed, how dare he not think it more important and get his ass here right away. But anyway, we had to flip the breaker, and being that there are only two breakers in the house, we were powerless in our kitchen and living/bed room for the nite.

So the landlord gets there yesterday morning. As he's fixing it I go to tell him about our stove. Two nites prior to this incident we went to make dinner and the gas wasnt on. He said "Did you pay your bill?" I said, "Are you serious? What bill?" It turns out, for the last two years we've been getting free gas, no bills and no one informed us we had to pay for the shit. SO once again, i pulled drama queen me and got pissed off. I scolded the landlord for not telling us, oh and he also failed to mention that they actually called this summer asking about us.

So I called the gas company, we wont get gas til the 17th and on top of that, we have to pay for the last two years. OMFG. Honestly.

I think some other crap happened, you know, like it was September 11th. And our anniversary. And then I woke up and Johnny Cash was dead. (and john ritter too by the way). Mom says mercury is out and about these days. Damnit mercury, cant you just disappear.

Thanks for the ears...or should I say eyes. It's been a rough couple days. Never have I wanted to scream "I just dont wanna deal" more than I do now.

But on the up and up side. Im still alive, have kittens and roof over my head and things will always work themselves out because they have to.

Once again, I'll miss you Johnny Cash.