What to do

... when all hope is lost?

Call mom.
Luckily mom called me - I most probably would've been with my thoughts on my own for the whole night (as the girls are in Dublin today).

Having a really bad day. I mean: Really. Bad. Day.

I so hate seeing people hurt. And me failing in helping them not getting hurt.

Yes, me failing. I have tried. I have tried build on positiveness. To do everything to make positive and cheering atmosphere. And succeeded. To some extent at least.

But (and now I mean it) not enough. And I feel so sad. So. Very. Sad.

Life is.

I've done what I can. What's up next?

* The chivas is a sign that I'm having a bad day. Just one, though.