For the pity party to start and I think it's on it's way. I try to be pretty optimistic, on the outside at least, but this shit gets to me.
It seems that there are fewer things that could happen to make things worse off. Not just for me. Getting bad news about people you love is never easy. In this case, it drove me to a placing a phone call I haven't made in over 2 months only to hear an answering machine. I knew that would be the outcome. If I thought for a even a second there would be a faintly familiar voice on the other end, I never would have dialed the number.
After being out of town for last 3 weekends, I think I'm sitting this one out and staying in town. I haven't found a reason for celebration, but I need to.