Yeah, so you know how in my last blog there was that glimmer of hope that things were starting to turn around after 28 years of shit? Well that all went right out the window. I got pretty fucking sick that week, took last week to recover, and still have this really fucked up lingering cough that won't leave me alone long enough to sleep. Because of that, I had to go to class on one hour of sleep for two out of three days that I went, and I've had to, for the first time in my life, start drinking energy drinks to make sure that I don't fall asleep and die on the long drive to and from school.
My job is still stuck in limbo, I need to call the boss Monday to try to find out what the fuck is going on with my job. Cause if the son of a bitch isn't going to rehire me I just might kill him for making me take this bullshit class to meet the fulltime eligibility requirement to work on campus. That and the fact that if he had just told me from the start I didn't have a job to go back to I could have spent the last three goddamn months looking for work.
The chick I was supposed to meet from the dating site stood me up with no explanations, and has texted once or twice since then, so I'm still on track to die alone. Yay me!
Speaking being alone, I just found out that my best friend is going to try to take an internship in Washington this semester, which will require that he leave for two months. Seeing as he's the only friend that I still have in this city, that's going to fucking suck. Though I did encourage him to go because it would be good for his career. That and because I'm not a total prick, I can't hold back my best friend just because I'll be lonely.
And the icing on the shit cake that is my life is that for the second day in a row the sex sounds coming from my sister's room as I type this are really making me wish I had been born deaf. The walls are fucking paper thin! Have the decency to stay quite about it for god's sake!!
But class is still going well I guess, so I got that going for me right? Maybe dying in a fiery car crash wouldn't be so bad after all...
Sorry, depression won another battle and I'm still in a really shit mood right now. Why the fuck is it so easy for people to abandon me? I got those motherfuckers at work national recognition goddamn it. That article I edited was a complete piece of shit until I got to it. It would have been tossed aside as it was, not taken to the president. But do I have my job back? Fuck. We were talking, we texted a bit, she's the one who wanted to meet... fuck. I know I'm not a good looking guy, but compared to some of the trainwrecks I've seen happily married, I'm not that bad. Am I? Fucking fuck.