I'm mad.

I need to get these feelings out.
Part of me feels like I shouldn't document this on the old blog, but who cares. No one reads this anymore anyway...right?

I'm just so...flippin....mad.

I'm mad about what happened last Friday. I'm mad that evil exists in our world that way. I'm mad that it happened around Christmas and that so many little lives were lost in such an unfair way. It makes me upset to think about the families coping, and mad that they should have to go through that at all.

My hamster has been sick for a couple of weeks, and was getting progressively worse. I found this morning that she died last night. I'm mad that she ever got sick in the first place. I'm mad that I couldn't make her better. I'm mad that I had to see her so sick. I'm mad that I'm so mad and upset about a hamster. A HAMSTER?! Really Kari? But. I. am.
I loved that stupid hamster like she was my child. I'm so mad that she's gone. I'm so mad that I couldn't even keep my hamster alive.

Last night was so frustrating. I was making a quilt for my mom for Christmas and right near the end, I broke my sewing machine needle...dropped it in the cracks of the machine while trying to replace it...broke another needle, and my machine decided to crap out and not work on my quilt. Seriously? Meanwhile trying to feed my sicker than sick hamster with a syringe. So frustrated with those feelings from last night.
Some angel from school lent me her sewing machine so I could finish. I finished the quilt tonight. Relieved.
But still mad.

I'm just mad.