Let's all buy lotto tickets

I started biting my nails again.  It's such a disgusting habit and my fingernails are grotesque and I've made both of my thumbs bleed quite significantly today.
It's better though than say, smoking.  Or heroin.  Though then maybe I would be skinnier.  But I would have bad breath and/or tracks on my arm.  Maybe I would shoot up between my toes.  I dunno.
I think that stress can occur through osmosis.  My mother is stressed because my grandmother has been having recurring pneumonia for two years and her doctor and the "specialists" cannot figure it out.  They likely cannot figure it out because she's in her mid to late 80s and every time she graces their doorways again they make another $xxx.  My brother's on EI.  My uncle has a detached retina.  My aunt has flown back to Newfoundland because her sister is dying and this sister was taking care of her parents who are in their 90s who are now left alone.  Ed is recovering from surgery.  My mom was going to go away for a few days with her sister, but it is her sister's husband who just had the detached retina so it's a no go.  Michael is stressed because he worked most of the weekend and starts a course tomorrow which completes on Friday and the next day we're heading to the Island for a couple of days.
Coming back from lunch with my mom and Nana I bumped into a friend at the grocery store and she regaled me with a tragic story which I'll not repeat here. "Fuck, man" she said with her South African accent as we both stood, perplexed, next to the bagged salads.
Fuck, man indeed.
I came home and unpacked bags that didn't need to be packed in the first place and cleaned up the goddamn mess the fire alarm system guys left behind when they installed my fire detector and alarm today (seriously, I was chatting with someone in the elevator some months ago and they were complaining about the fire alarm having gone off the night before and I was like "what fire alarm?" because the one in the hall emits a decibel level not much higher than a kitten mewling) and then I went to the gym and hobbled around on my swollen and disfigured knee, returned home and rewarded my lackadaisical workout with the pre-birthday cupcake my mom gave me.
It's not all bad.  My cousin got engaged.  My mom bought a stunning condo.  C and his wife had a healthy, beautiful baby.  One of the gifts my mom bought me was Ralph Nader's "Only the Super Rich Can Save Us".  I love Nader.  People like him and Warren Buffett and David Suzuki and everyone that fights these tireless, endless, uphill battles help me to get out of bed in the morning. 
And Michael and I get to go visit SuperMommy and her brood this weekend which I am really looking forward to: I always have a great time when I visit with them.  I can't believe I've known her for roughly 30 years and I'm very fortunate that I have.
So.
We focus on the positive, yes?
Yes.