Christa Pike: Just Another Tuesday, Eh?

Christa Pike trending.

Great.

Just what I needed this morning.

My head already feels like a gorilla used it for a drum practice last night.

Two bottles of cheap red. Why do I do this to myself?

Oh, right. The kids.

And Janet.

And the mortgage.

And the general shit state of everything.

So yeah, a woman who did some truly fucked up shit. And now everyone's debating if she deserves to die.

On a Tuesday.

While I'm trying to figure out if I can stomach another coffee or if it'll just come right back up.

Maybe a hair of the dog. That's always the answer. Or just a plain old industrial-sized shot of vodka.

Death penalty. Big topic.

Heavy.

Too heavy for my current state of being.

My state of being is mostly 'don't puke on the keyboard' right now.

Kids are probably going to ask for pancakes later.

I'll probably burn them.

Burn them like the goddamn toast I tried to make this morning.

Which reminds me. Need to clean the smoke detector.

Again.

So, this woman. She's got her fans. She's got her haters.

Good for her.

I'm just trying to survive until lunchtime.

Maybe get some Advil down.

And avoid eye contact with Janet.

She's already given me 'the look' twice this morning.

Says I smell like a brewery.

She's not wrong.

But fuck, what does she want me to do? Sprinkle rose petals on myself?

It's a process.

Everything's a process.

Even dying, I guess.

Just trying to get through the day, one agonizing minute at a time.

Don't need a national debate to make it harder.

Now, where's that bottle of Jameson?