Mourner's lament but it's me who's the Martyr
Let's suppose I had a normal day and just proceed from there. I feel a bit chipper about the current situation just from looking at my most recent bank statement. I haven't the foggiest all that I'm going to purchase when I get back. The big dollar items will include a car and a computer. Not much else so I can save up the rest and whatnot. Was really looking forward to X-mas with the fam and new years with friends, still all fuckered up about that. I lulled myself into being optimistic and fate was kind enough to bitch slap me back to reality. One thing about being constantly dicked around is that it offers a unique mind frame for me to revel in. The mind frame I've coined "just doesn't give a fuck anymore". It's such a freeing state of mind. To really not care about anything gives me a delicious sense of liberty. I don't have any work related worries anymore because it doesn't really affect me at this point. If the whole place burned down I would giggle madly. Looking at what I've accomplished here (2 ARCOMS, got my 'P' status, 8 coins, 4 COA's.) I can pretty much consider this tour locked up at this point. As long as I don't haul off and belt someone I can go home with my head high. Anyway, more later