Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

[cellosong]

Fighting with Mike, trouble at work, no paycheck, not so great sleep, mood swings that are almost imperceptible to me and glaring to everyone else, paying rent on my tenuous sanity, 'z' key is stuck on the downstairs keyboard, still live in the house I grew up in, stress, stress, depression, unseasonable heat, no reason to believe any of it will change.

Bleh.