The last two and a half weeks have been utter crap. Ever since I was asked to resign from work, it seems that life has gone out of its way to screw me over in the most overt and irritating ways. And to be honest, I'm getting sick to death of it. It's gotten to the point now when I'm waking up in the morning and asking myself "how is life going to get on my nerves today?"

Why am I saying this? Because I said that I could survive financially as long as next week didn't offer up any surprises. So what do I see when I check next week's comic shipping lists? A whole bunch of surprises in the form of NEARLY. EVERY. SINGLE. THING. I. ORDERED. FOR. THE. REST. OF. THE. MONTH. COMING. OUT. THAT. DAY!

Maybe I should just stop caring. Apparently, according to a pic a friend posted on Facebook, that is the root of all stress. And I don't think I can handle being anymore stressed out.