Ok, I give up. Hands where you can see 'em, towel thrown in. I'm so tired I'm done. I haven't had a job in almost two months and currently my bank account practically shouts that fact. Since I've been unemployed I've been robbed, gotten very “whooping cough: the return” sick, applied for 20-some jobs and now my check engine light has come on. And right before that I got dumped, so yeah that's fun. I haven't slept through a night in practically a month and really do think I've developed an ulcer. Awesome. I'm considering skipping the wedding on saturday to wrangle at Windy Gap for the cash. It's practically nothing but it's more than I currently have. I really can't handle anything else. I am so frustrated and stressed and distraught and at my wits end—I feel like I am barely holding on. I'm sorry to dump this on my blog, where I try to put things in a funny perspective most of the time, but I'm too tired to do it anymore. And I'm not asking for money or sympathy, but dammit it's my blog I can vent if I want to. It just all hit me yesterday harder than it has previously. I need something to look up. This fall has been one gut kick after another; I can't believe how the bottom just keeps getting lower. I know God has the best in store for me but he needs to hurry up and fuckin' pull that shit out quick before I run out of alcohol and start drinking Scope. Or antifreeze.
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so that blows. At least its snowing a little-very little. But it's something. And I am sorry. If I could hire you, I would.
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