Whatever

Yes, I’m alive.

No, I don’t feel like saying much other than my unemployment check is late, I didn’t get the job at my former employer, I caught my brother lying about Dad on his Facebook page (which, as you might imagine, caused me to blow several fuses and a microchip), I’m still waiting on the word from my interview last week, I’ve got about $60 in my account with bills due that are now going to be late, the Dodgers continue to fall apart, and with the job situation still not going in my favor, I pretty much feel worthless–and perpetually pissed off.

So with all that in mind, fuck it, I’m going to bed or something. Maybe tomorrow will be better.