Today I am so furious it's hardly funny. I had to drink 20 times just to get the image of Tammi and Dad going on a picnic out of my head.  They were my best friends. Now I loathe them. I don't need this lame thing, I have too much meaninglessness to ponder to deal with that. Right now I'm listening to Slayer and all it's doing is making me more furious. Dad can go to town for all I care. I feel like I am completely alone in my struggle, and dressed only in funeral attire. I'm gonna IM Jenn and see if she wants to play Tekken before I fall asleep