Day 6

I put in my notice. I thought work couldn't get any more awkward.

Mikey snapped. Again. He's been battling fear of death and has been over-thinking the "What if there is nothing after life?" question lately. I think it's because he doesn't have a job or friends and Zombie just died. He didn't realize how important a social life is.

He's been crying all the time. He gets so upset. It started the Sunday before I went to the doctor. He couldn't sit in the doctor's office with me. He couldn't calm down long enough to support me in my time of need. I need him more than ever, yet he's the one acting like a basket case. I can't be stable enough for the both of us. I need help, but he's more of a hindrance right now.

He started cutting up our burned DVDs. In his current state, he's having all sorts of obsessive episodes and moral dilemmas. This is wearing on my last nerve. Why can't he be strong for me?

Is it just me, or is it awful how many people are celebrating death today. Osama bin Laden was a very bad man who deserved punishment, but I will not celebrate the death of any person or creature, not matter how "evil."

We are victims of our environment.