Move #2 in 30 days. This time I get to drive the 14' truck towing my pathfinder. Once again I slept all day ignoring all responsibilities. I am so scared and anxious and so ready to give up, but then I think of my friend who told me if I check out earlier, I have to come back and do this misery again. I've suffered too much already to do this crap again?
Here I sit, watching Millionaire Matchmaker and wondering why can't I be one of those lucky ones? Although I'm sure they too have their daemons to fight.
More redbulls, donughts, klonopins, guiness, and denial.