All Sparks Will Burn Out In the End

Last week was really tough on me physically and emotionally. The week before was tough on me physically and emotionally. The week ahead promises to be tough on me physically and emotionally. I am fucking exhausted. There's no rest for the wicked, and good is for sissies, so I don't expect a hand while I'm cranky enough to sharpen my canines on the hand that feeds me.

In the meantime, just so you know: my brother Todd and his wife Bette added a seven-pound character to Poor Impulse Control today in Los Angeles. This as yet unnamed character made his entrance on his older sister's second birthday. Everyone is healthy and complaining like they were born to it. An exhausted Todd called me and said, "Bbbbbbb bbb bbb, bbb bbbb bbb bb!"

So there it is: the vicious Circle of Life. Bon appetit!