My gramma died on Monday, and I've gotta drive out for the funeral tomorrow at ass o'clock.

At least I'm up late making mixes of power pop.

Carabiner, things will get better. Seriously. And you'll adjust to the new schedule. Seriously.

Klangklang, I'm very sorry about your grandmother. (But I don't think you did a very good job of cheering carabiner up.)

::pours carabiner a drink::

I'm sorry bunnies that I seem to come to you when I'm only in need.

Well, Christ, I only ever pray to The Man when I want something, and He hasn't struck me down with lightning yet, no matter how many times I take Jesus H Christ's fuckin' name in vain whilst fuckin' prayin' to Him.

Can we bunnies do any less? I don't mean, like, we'd ever strike you down with lightning... like, hell, I mean... no fuckin' worries.

Sorry, Gawd: "No wuckin' furries."

(Then again, He does seem to hate my ass with a passion, judging from my luck at least.)

Right. I'm digging myself in deep.

What mudpuppie said: Things will get better. I know this from playing poker (sorry again, Big Guy): luck averages out, so's when you have too much bad, you know the good is on it's way.

Except for me. God hates my ass.

Sorry again, Gawd. I said "ass."

Right. What mudpuppie said again: I'm sorry for your trouble, klangklang.

I need a damn beer.

Oops! Sorry again, Gawd.

Christ. Maybe I'd better switch to Taoism while I'm ahead. Behind. Arsed. Whatever.

Anyway, you'll be fine. Things could be worse.

GodFuckinHell, I'm glad I don't take religion too seriously.

Dependable Renegade (aka watertiger) is usually good for a laugh. She has a good 'un today.

carabiner, I feel for you. Some phases are tougher than others. Just look at the next thing on the pile, don't look at the whole pile - it's overwhelming. You're going to come through fine, though it's hard to see it in the moment.

And you should post more instead of just laughing at us. I mean, with us.

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howzat?

The things you see when you don't have a gun.

caribiner - cheer up - things may get better. Unless they get worse. But a change is as good as a holiday, so enjoy your holiday and stop whining!

Remember, the light at the end of the tunnel is probably a muzzle flash.

Wait, is that cheery or not? I forget.

We're not very good at this, are we?

*Blows a rasberry on carabiner's tummy*. There, is that better?

take it ten minutes at a time, hon.

No matter how bad things get, always remember that you live in a world that has fishing, chocolate, beer, sex and bacon taped to a cat.

I offer whuffles and sympathy. The sweetest kind I know how. Feel better, bunnies.

Breathe in , then out, slowly. Then roll your eyes at us and our silliness and know that it will be better. Give yourself time to get used to your schedule. You're doing a great, monumental job of living right now, and should be proud of yourself!

*having never whuffled anyone here before, you become my first public whuffle*

chocolate beer?