Well, what the Sam Hell Crap happened here?

There is a giant bottle of pills missing from my apartment. I get my pills from this donation service where the company sends me my pills in the mail. I just got a three month supply of Abilify and it's totally fucking missing. Tearfully, I tore this apartment a new one looking for the bottle. Then H came home and did the same thing. They weren't moved. They weren't accidentally put in the wrong place. They didn't fall somewhere, the cat didn't bat them around, they were not swallowed up by the Earth.

All I can think of is that the maintenance man stole them. No one else has been here except good friends. My friends do not steal from me, so as much as I don't want to blame the maintenance guy, he's the only one who had access.

So, I'm out over $700 worth of pills that I need and certainly can't pay for.
I want to report it to the police, but I don't want police to come here.
I couldn't even call the apartment office because they all left early. Fuckers!

What would you do if you were me?


In better news, the yarn I ordered from Amazon came today. I'm going to try to make myself some slippers after I finish all my hats and the draft of Kitten Claws.

My eating habits have been appalling lately. After my NYE party, I'm going back to my proper habits, maybe buying some veggies instead of the cheesedogs I found on sale. Are any of you coming to my party, BTW? Only a few of you RSVP'd. I still don't know what I'm making, I didn't get any pineapple rings. Anyway, I need to stop living on comfort food.

My phone keeps shutting itself off for no reason. I missed four calls yesterday. Frown.
I'm due for a new phone soon...overdue in fact. H is taking his sweet time about getting it.

Saddam H

You know what?

I don't particularly want to see a human being get hanged on the internet.
If I did, I'd watch Law & Order SVU. It's on constantly.

Like everyone else I watch on Tv all the time, I almost feel like I know the ruthless dictator they are about to murder to get back at him for being a bad man. For that reason alone, I'm uncomfortable with the idea that he's about to die and that people are ranting about how great it is that we "took him down." Nevermind the fact that we're the ones who built him up to begin with.

Oddly enough, I always thought I'd be into the idea of televised execution. I'm just ghoulish that way. But when I hear news outlets talk about "tasteful footage" of a man being murdered, it sort of highlights how perverse it is. Photographic evidence isn't neccesary for the news itself. In the good old days, footage of clowns outside the prison cheering, drinking, and holding signs was news enough. Ding Dong, the bad man is dead.

And yes, he's a very, VERY bad man. So what? He's probably also mentally ill.
Are we just going to go around killing all the "bad men." Do we really think that's okay? Are we willing to hand over our own president for the "kill the bad men" initiative? Why aren't we killing Kim Jong Il and the cats in Red China or even some major Columbian Drug Lords who go around killing cops like a kid burning ants with a magnifying glass?

I don't have a snappy answer to my own sarcastic question.
I really don't know.

But as much as I love horror, I can't get behind this whole celebration of a murder.
Turns out, I only like pretend murder after all...