The post is PG-13.

I'm really pissed.

Kevin is in Riverside over night and "it's not practical" for me to take the kids and drive down to see him. I'm mad because I had my phone off when he was calling. I'm mad because he never left a phone number for me to call him back at. I'm mad because I could do it if it wasn't so "impractical". I'm mad because I feel helpless and frustrated because it's just not fair. I think the whole thing sucks big blue balls and I just want to scream.

Blah.
So I decided that being mad wasn't really useful so I am using that energy to make a pie. That's right. Don't get mad-- bake a pie! I can pretend that all the little cherries are some peoples hearts and everytime I take a bite i'll take extra time stabbing them.

Wow....I think I might need therapy.