Carpe Iugulum
Every day, I have been waking up with a sick feeling that this day will be just like the one before it. I have become married to my job and my relationship with my wife has deteriorated into something that mirrors living with a bad roommate. I hate my job. I don't feel like I have done enough to become a good father. I feel like I have so much responsibility heaped on my shoulders that my back and will are both about to break. For almost three years I have lived without a core group of friends, and at this point I feel as though I have forgotten how to make new ones. When I was a younger man, I thought that making money would be all it would take to create happiness in life. In retrospect, I can think of far more poor people than rich that are happy with their lives. I have so much on my chest I feel like it would take at least 50 good visits with a therapist to relieve some of the weight.
I'm going to go throw up now.
I'm going to go throw up now.