Holidame (iyoichi) wrote,

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Might as well put a bullet in my brain.

Still working my old crappy job, and making poor decisions about life. I joined NaNoWriMo and will probably end up stabbing myself in the brain for it. My work drains most of my energy, and I barely have enough time for my girlfriend, much less any of my other friends. I don't do well with stress, but I have to go and add to it, don't I? Pfft. I hate that I don't have time to talk to the friends who matter to me. And I don't even have the excuse that I'm at least making money.

My mom's final chemo treatment was last Thursday. Thanksgiving week, she'll have her surgery, and then they'll look into whether or not she'll have to have radiation as well.

My father lost his job on Wednesday at the company he's been working at for as long as I can remember. Due to personal grudges of bosses over him. I am not happy about that. It may give me the opportunity to go into business with him in minority advertising for the area. It sounds promising, which means it probably won't work out for me. Hehh.

Bah. Fuck it. I just want to move to Spain and raise goats for the rest of my life.

Becca is not in a good mood.
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