Sick sick, sick dad.

He's not having a great day. I sent him an email of encouragement, but I don't know how good that is. I have been slowly turning off my powers of empathy for the past couple of years, which is really helping me cope with life, but is really shit for being a friend, being a daughter. A friend tells me they're having a rough time... I don't even know what to do anymore. "Crime...boy, I don't know." I'm Robert Richie when I should be trying to be Jed Bartlett.