Today has been a total and utter mindfucker.

Was not able to reach the lady at Comcast, plan to get up first thing tomorrow and call.
After making a few calls, it seems that People's Express will help me get one way to work or from work between 9am and 4:30pm.
That should make it so I can take the job if they offer it to me, which I shoudl know soon.

However.
If I take the job I'll have health insurance, which means I won't be eligible for my therapy program. It's only for people who don't have any insurance, and I'm wondering if I can just elect not to have it. That might be easier and less horrible than choosing a new doctor, and a new therapist, and having to forgo group. I know I bitch about group a lot, but I like the ladies there very much and I do get stuff from it.

My computer still isn't back, and so I'm really behind on my writing. I planned to catch up with my flist and my writing tonight.

But then I heard something that so thoroughly put me off my game that I couldn't do another thing but sit and cry for a little while.
You see, I used to work with this amazing woman at Blockbuster. She was one of those super-efficient hard working types. She was black and her hubby was white, so we used to joke about swapping (sorry K and N, you weren't first with that). She had this amazing, super smart son who had been skipped ahead several grades. After leaving Blockbuster, I didn't do a very good job of keeping in touch with many people. Some I did, but most I did not. So when I found out this horrible thing, it was made slightly more horrible by the fact that I didn't find out until over a year after it happened. Now that I recall, she'd had a family history of violence and was working hard to give her son a better life than she had. And she was; her son was awesome.

Cut for being utterly horrible. I'm serious, you might not even want to know.

I am so sad I think I'm going to cry for a bit and then go to bed.

And to think...90 mintues ago I was going to post how crazy sad Smallville was.