Our Dark Day

Here's me and R. on our Darkest of Days, a couple of Fridays ago. We are at the rodeo, trying to have a good time. I'm wearing sunglasses b/c my eyes are red and puffy from an afternoon of crying in anger and frustration at the idiot judge who said custody of the baby is not going to be reversed at this time and gave no reason. For her part, R. spent the day getting yelled at by unreasonable tyrants. I stole this picture off the Internet with my SnagIt software that I have here at work b/c the website wanted me to pay for it. Fuck them. (But that's why it reads "Proof" all over it.)

Well, things are a little better in the sense that some days have passed and things are going to naturally be better due to preservation of the species. My first instinct after that bullshit decision was handed down was to hand all future decision making over to S b/c I really completely lost it that day and saw no hope and doubted I had any more fight in me.

The fight's back. Winners don't quit. Mere setbacks do not stop me, never have. As the cartoon my mom gave me in college depicted, a swallowed frog is reaching his hand out of a pelican's throat to reach around and choke the pelican's neck while he goes down and the caption reads, "Never ever give up!"