Hello, everyone! Wow, I’m actually updating on a day I’m supposed to!

Anywho, I’ve had a very weird week. I messed up taking my meds last weekend, and I’ve really been in a rut psychologically. I’m feeling much better now, but Monday through Wednesday were a nightmare.

Speaking of Wednesday, as you may or may not know, I have therapy on Wednesday nights (not ashamed to say it publicly). I arrived early, and decided to wait in my car so I could listen to my music before going in, as I forgot headphones. As I finally started walking into the office, I heard some pops, and my arm, led, and hip began to sting. For a second, I was in shock—it sounded like gunfire. It was. Paintball gunfire. I looked down, and my jacket, arm, and pants were stained with blue paint, and a car with an open window drove off. I still have a welt on my arm. My therapist and I called the cops, and hopefully those people have been arrested.

I came home, and was exhausted. As I went to bed, I overheard that my brother and father’s cars had been keyed in the same night.

But seriously, what the hell is wrong with people? I can’t believe this crap still happens. Maybe if we did something wrong—if I had been talking crap about Erin on social media, or if I’d wronged someone, I’d feel like it was karmic justice—but these were random acts of maliciousness by idiot kids who think this sort of thing is funny.

Well, I’m done ranting. I’m going to relax a bit, and maybe get to work on the next page early. I’ll see you all on Tuesday with another page.