Life Can Suck
Tuesday, October 16, 2001
Have a blast...
Have. A. Blast.
That's what I wrote in my last entry. That was my expectation of Journalcon.
Ha! Who knew?
Honestly, I really don't have a lot to say about Jounalcon right now. I don't have a lot to say about my life in general. I'm far from motivated to write here. But I thought I'd update. Just to bitch.
I was taking Kerry to the airport. It had just finished raining. Diversy Parkway was backed up with traffic. We stopped.
Then, BAM!
We were hit.
Rear Ended.
Even writing about it now, I don't want to go into the details. Kerry does more in her entry.
It was a Hit and Run. It sucked. And now my car is very likely totaled out. I'm having to decide what the hell I'm going to do as far as a car goes. And I'm left depressed, grumpy and angry.
Why can't life get better? Why does it have to keep sucking even more and more?
I know we're okay. That's the important thing.
But, my god! I'm trying to be upbeat. I'm trying to stay positive. But James still doesn't have a damn job. He doesn't have any prospects. Our lease is up on our overpriced apartment. And money is tight.
Have I even mentioned that I'm not that crazy about my current position? It's fine and all. But I miss my old job. I miss the creativity and now that I'm the "breadwinner" the pressure on me is to remain steady and calm because, after all, I *have* a job. Lucky me.
I just feel so damn unlucky. Things just aren't turning around anytime soon and I can't help but think about how fine everything was when we were living in Madison just one year ago.
God! Why did we move?
So, now my car is smashed up and we're out even more money just because I tried to go on friggin' vacation. To Chicago.
Of course, now that I start bitching, I feel bad about that, too. We are lucky we're safe. We do have a roof over our heads. We're healthy. Blah, blah, blah.
But I'm really sick of things getting worse.
I really am.
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