This week

Y'know, if it were *just* that my psycho ex-GF were going nutzo about letting our daughter have her visitation in *my* home, or *just* that the IRS wants a bazillion dollars in back taxes, or *just* that I got laid off last week... if it were only one of those calamaties, I probably could cope.

But it's all three at once, and I'm going stir-crazy sitting around the house, not knowing whether the PXGF will even honor the agreements she's already made about visitation next weekend-- or even whether I should bother flying down to California; not knowing how I'm going to pay the taxes without a job; not knowing when I'll be working again, or what crap I'll have to endure to get and keep a new job...

<> I hate this week.

Food Coma

Mmmm... burgers and fries. Goooood.

Cabin Fever

I feel like a caged animal, pacing back and forth, back and forth with nowhere to go and nothing to do. Not even two weeks not working, and I'm sooo edgy.

I left the house once today, once yesterday evening, once Wednesday. I don't remember Monday or Tuesday, it's all just a blur.

This is sucking wet farts out of dead goats.