I woke up happy, but now I'm goddamn frustrated with the redundant hoops you have to leap through to get paid by some sponsors. (I'm looking in your direction Fetish Wealth!)
Nothing fucking works out the way it's supposed to. FML
Fuck.
Well, at least the sun is shining and I have a hot cup of coffee on my desk.
My daughter is home from school, semi-sick. Stuffy nose, watery eyes, and all that jazz. That means I'll have a cold in another day or two because my kids like to hug me all the time. Little weirdos. I never hugged my parents. OK, I probably hugged my mom, but never my father. The first time I remember hugging my father was almost two years ago when I was hospitalized the first time for being a giant, weepy, pathetic, useless mess. It made him really uncomfortable, and that made me happy.
OK, here I am exposing my life once again. I'll stop now. Move along people. Nothing to see here.
