My mother texted me this morning to tell me that my grandmother died last night.

I don't know quite how to feel about that.

I am really tired of the Mitchell trial. Eight years of BS and him making a circus of all of the proceedings by singing at the top of his lungs all the time. And I have to be amused by today's developments. The defense filed the motion to stay the trial, and it came through during the defense's opening statements. So now they're complaining. Karma's a bitch, dude.

I also don't quite understand how the defense can possibly win this. Psychiatrists have said he knew exactly what he was doing and still does, that the singing is deliberate disruption, and Elizabeth was found with him. I don't know.

Sometimes the only possible response to my life is to laugh. Seriously, what.