Jesus... Talk about a shitty end to a shitty year. My idiot sister has, for these last two years, insisted on going out to the bar to get shitfaced on an almost nightly basis. Yes, she's an alcoholic. The people she hangs out with are anti-mask, anti-vax, morons. So, today we find out that she tested positive for covid. The whole family, the remaining seven of us in the house, got tested a couple hours ago. All of us tested negative, except for my youngest niece. She was scheduled to get her vaccine finally on Tuesday, and because of her worthless aunt, she tested positive for covid. Poor baby is terrified.
I need to talk about it here so I don't cause any trouble, but goddamn it I hate my sister. How can an adult person be that incredibly selfish? At some point, don't most people stop needing to go to the fucking bar every night? And of course the bitch is making it about herself, calling our mother to complain that everybody blames her and hates her now... You're goddamn right we blame her! Because it's entirely her fault that my 11 year old niece is in her room crying, scared out of her mind because she tested positive.
So, yeah... that was my day.
This isn't the blog I wanted to write. I wanted to do something that I've never done before, and make a resolution. That's what this was supposed to be about. I don't do it, I don't believe in them, but damn it, something needs to change. So my resolution this year is to finish the story I've been working on. I'm going to finish writing it, edit the damn thing for a change (editing is the bane of my existence), and try to get it published. I want this damn story to be published by next year. I know it's not the most realistic of goals, but you have to try, right?
