The least sucky part of the day was rushing from work to pick up the kids with little time to spare before after care closed, getting them a quick bite, and then taking them over to my dad's while I went to help some family types move the remnants of aunt Helen's belongings out of the house she was renting and into the homes of other relatives that wanted it. I borrowed my dad's pickup for the task, the most exciting part of which involved getting a sizeable computer desk into a rather small apartment, trying NOT to run over the black cat that crossed my path while on the way.
And as if that whole ordeal wasn't tiring enough, I can't describe to you my level of exhaustion from three straight days of dealing with the kind of suckage that merely reinvests itself into further suckage the very next day. So when you think you have it "dealt with", it comes right back at you in time to swipe that moment of relaxation from you as you only began to ponder the possibility of its existence.
I need a serious nap.
(Sorry for this whole "my life sucks" bit... I'll get over it soon. Or die trying. Well, okay, that would be too easy. I'll get very near death, divulge all of my lame secrets, and then the seeming imminentness of my death will disipate in time for me to be thoroughly embarrased as I begin yet another cyclic suck-trend. Argh... there I go again...
Maybe I don't need a nap, but an attitude transplant.)
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