What can I say? Life is assaulting me at the moment. We put our 14-year-old dog to sleep earlier tonight. A year of loss weighs on me. Every day is a struggle. We need a break. This has all been too much. How do people survive?

A man sells LSD and gets 14 years. a man shoots at another man's head and gets 120 days in jail because he is a veteran of the fire department and presumably an upstanding citizen ( despite the fact he fired a gun at an unarmed man because he thought the man was endangering a child. )so what? he didn't have a right to pull a gun. if he had been a young thug, he would have received a much harsher sentence. we are faced with our own injustices. our own lack of understanding of the nature of things. we get along as best we can and hope we can avoid the scrutiny of the current climate.

I'm not just mad, I'm fucking angry. I'm angry that a nice guy like my brother had to die. I'm angry that Sarah Palin has a following. I'm angry that Hayden is withering away and yet we still don't know what to do...

I'm pissed and there are no two ways around it. At least it is fuel for my writing ambitions.

Well, the Apocalypse is upon us. Oprah has announced the end of her talk show in 2011. I think I heard the collective gasp of millions of desperate, Eckhart Tolle -loving upper middle class women who actually believe they can be whatever they want just with the mere power of their positive thoughts. Let's face it people, without Oprah, how will these people learn how to be happy? Whose Things will they love, covet, and acquire? I suspect Glade candles will see an uptick in retail sales while Manolo Blahnik credit card charges will plummet. Cashmere pajamas made by oppressed women in a third world country will return to being the province of in-the-know uber-wealthy socialites, not soccer moms. No one will know how to look sad and touched when faced with the gruesomeness of reality. I fear for the self-esteem of millions. The Mayans got nothing on Oprah fucking Winfrey.