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I can only be in so many fucking places at once.

Yesterday was fun. I found out I got 115% on my Fire quiz. Not bad. Then I found out I missed a quiz when I was in Las Vegas trying to make heads or tails out of why my Uncle blew his brains out before church on Sunday, Fed. 8th.

I can't make up the quiz. there goes 20%. I wouldn't change a thing. But where's the fucking compassion??? I liked my instructor until now. He was my First Responder instructor from Summer 2003. He's the one that trained me to the point that I was at back on Labor day. It feels like it was years ago. It was 7 months ago.

I'm tired. Death sucks.