July third...and why my problems just aren't that bad.

I posted earlier about having a hard time with this day...sort of anyway. Well, my petty little emotional shit is nothing. NOTHING. My Dad had to go the hospital today, he has pnuemonia again, caused by the MRSA. He is in intensive care, and hooked up to a machine to breathe for him. What makes this even more sad though, is that this had to happen on my Mom's birthday....like I said, fucking July fucking third man.