Sherri's back in the hospital because her BP refuses to get in line. She's in a section where she can have the baby with her 24/7.

My dad has it, I have it, and now she's gotta deal with the pills. Sorry kid.

What do you mean her best pharmaceuticals refuses to get in line? Is she having trouble with her insurance provider?

I've never been hospitalized for BP because nobody gives a ****.

Literally spent the past few hours of my day breaking in the new PS4 by playing doubles on Rocket League with some friends. Legitimately a great hangout. Hanging out with them all weekend too. This is honestly helping me get through the rough parts of my depression right now. For real. Feels good.

Because the in-existence of a creator or a meaning or purpose puts responsibilities for your life in your hands rather than in the hands of god or a plan. And how is the overweight McDonalds worker who's constantly trying to make a case for KMK and ICP going to tell me I'm white trash?

Meaning schmeaning. You're alive for now, so do something with it.

Basically agree.

AKA create your own meaning.

Camus was such an emo kid