I need to curl up in a corner somewhere. My day started with someone walking away with my cart at Costco with several reusable bags in it, including one given to me as a hs graduation gift - a big LL Bean tote with my name embroidered on it. I'm still cranky but it seems pretty trivial considering what followed.
I came home to a very upset roommate. White fonting because animal death follows (not mine, thank God). One neighbor's little shitzu got into another neighbor's yard. They have a pit that stays outside. The pit attacked the shitzu while its owners cheered her on. They filmed it. There were kids watching. The dog died. My roommate called the SPCA on them. I feel sick every time I think about it. My other roommate is getting ready to adopt a ten lb dog. I don't even know.
How do people become that inured? What happened to them?
Then I went to a baby shower, which was nice.
Then I went to see 12 Years a Slave. I haven't been that destroyed by a movie since Hotel Rwanda. I think I'm going to feed my animals and go to bed.