The crazy thing is that even without a steady job this year's been the most stable, which i guess has let me be the most in touch and it's just fucking killing me. The more i get my shit together the more shit fucking kills me, i just don't get it. You know what else is coming up this year is my 10 year anniversary of surgery so woo fucking hoo for that bullshit too. It's like the older you get the more shitty dates there are in the year, i mean you can't just sit around being miserable every goddamn month because something terrible happened once upon a time. Can you? Jesus!
Right and now i'm sounding hysterical. Awesome.