Unrelated (I promise) to all of the things that are making my friends wildly happy right now, I am feeling (hooray for trite, vague statements!) low. I believe in biorhythms approximately... oh, not at all, but they are at least illustrative, at the moment: Perhaps it's this stupid fucking cold I can't seem to shake. Maybe it's the situation with my mother finally worming its way into my mood controllers. Maybe it's that some idiotic fuckhead decided to shoot my 13-year-old sister and her friend while they were playing on the other girl's front porch. (The police officer told my sister her friend was dead. Dead. How the hell do you do that to a 13-year-old girl who's just been shot in the arm, and who just saw her friend take a bullet in her head?) I'd like to wake up in the morning, minus the cold, and hear from both my mother (about her health and how she's doing in general) and my father (about my sister). If I haven't heard from them by noon, I'm calling them myself. The only thing I really know how to do well is take control.