-2. Woke up at 5 yesterday to go to court, which was all the way over in goddamn Orlando. My mother showed up, even though I was informed that she wouldn't, and I didn't want to see her, so I had to leave the room. I apparently need my father to live so I can get his money, or, more cynically, so my mother can't get his money. This is what I am informed of. The bastard didn't divorce his stupid f*****g wife before his death, which I still believe is soon forthcoming, so she would get every penny. I then saw my life coach psychologist person, and had a quick dinner. We talked a bit, but I was so f*****g tired, I couldn't talk much. I'd be more negative, but Mad Men was on last night, which was excellent, and I watched Goodfellas finally, which was also excellent.
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On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.