One two, three

The Family seems to be on the verge of breaking up again, which has become something of an annual festivity demonstrating that even parents can be schmucks galore.

The Dan is moving out before Summer's end, which demonstrates that this will be the worst summer of all time ever, possibly for infinity.

Since bad things tend to come in threes, I'm just going to sit here for a while and cry my ass off until the inevitable gangrene comes to claim my extremities.

The Dan.