I found a great new job opportunity. It would be perfect.

What the hell are the odds that this goes entirely my way?

And I hate that my first reaction is "Wow. How soon til this goes wrong?"

I've become much more cynical about some things (schooling, work) and much less about others (relationships, hope in general)

My mother is back in the hospital receiving platelets. Have I mentioned I hate cancer? I think my heart just about stopped when my sister told me. And here's the thing, why didn't I find this out til I happened to call her this afternoon? Why do her and my dad seem to think I can magically sense a disturbance in the force and know what's going on without being told?