Can we just pretend that this week never happened?

The last week, eight days, whatever it's been, have just sucked. I hate that word, but I really don't feel like trying to come up with something different.

First we lost Kurt Vonnegut, then I find out that one of my old friends is in prison for a horrible crime, then Virginia Tech, then last night was just the topper. One of the twins cats was hit by a car. How are you supposed to explain that to a six year old? Especially when you're not even around...

I just wish I could have stayed under the covers all week and ignored the world.

And don't even get me started on the job search...