All Quiet on the Western Front
Here's what I'm facing tomorrow: 2 tests, possible eviction, insurance is coming up, job hunt has grown cold, and my sleep pattern has been less than wonderful, and it was just brought to my attention that our mini-landfill we have adjacent to the house (like 20 bags) needs to all be moved (by hand) about 100 yards or so down to the road for the eager sanitary truck to come and pick it up at 5 am...that's all n' well except that I will be the sole one to do it nevermind I'm only 1/3 the contributor to the hefty-fund ah sumbitch...yet I'm as laid-back and apathetic as ever...seems if you face unyeildingly difficult things long enough, you grow numb to the effects. Case in point: Having to move forcefully isn't a new concept to me. I've had to do it 6 friggin times since my senior year of high school and this weekend will most definitely begin my 7th. Guess Hamlet was right,"More than kin, and less than kind"...