One unhappy motherfucker, am I

This blog has become less about my T2 and more about my general unhappiness with being out of work, unable to get my business going, unhappy marriage and pile T2 on top of that and I am one whiny SOB. Today is one of those oh poor me days. Home alone, listening to depressing music (City of Angels soundtrack) and mindlessly surfing the web. Seeking something to inspire me out of this doldrum. Yes, ending it all has been thought, but like everything else lately I don’t have the compunction to carry it out. I would think it through too much and have to consider all the options and consequences of those options. By than I would like, fuck it.

Poor economy, crime rising, me unable to make a deep connection with another human being, no income, living on unemployment, feeling worthless and embarassed to get the help that is widely available to me. I am a superior hyprocrite, am I.

I feel like crawling back into bed and hiding for the entire day, week, month or year. But, I have practically been doing that for a year already. A year, dear god.

Well, this has helped just enough to get me to do something. Tune in for more drivel in the future.