My kidneys are fucking me over yet again. I'm off to the hospital in the morning, where I will have to be awake for hours, so of course I can't sleep right now. I can't think of anything intelligent to post, as my brain cloud (am I the only person that liked "Joe Versus The Volcano"?) is well in force. Exhibit # 1: $140 in bank fees because I forgot to log a $9 purchase in to my checkbook. One little mistake that spirals out of control. Normally I balance out our account on-line every other day, but the last few weeks I had let it go, as I have not been feeling well, and had hardly been on the computer at all. $140 fucking dollars. That's all the money we had for necessities and utilities for the next month, so either the baby's well fucked for diapers this month, and our electricity will be shut off as well, or I can suck up what is left of my pride and attempt to sponge something off my parents. I can only hope they have some spare money this month. I cannot believe I managed to make a stupid error like that. We are not rich, and I pinch pennies so hard that they scream. To have to give $140 to the bank gives me an actual, physical pain. I think we'll name this one the Bank of America ulcer.
Needless to say, I have not been feeling very comical, and I'm far too run down to work that hard at keeping up appearances. For whom? For what? I can't keep up doing the rounds of all the bloggers in my links, let alone update my links (Sorry to Kav, and the increasingly hilarious Eddie Waring, and further apologies as I somehow cannot even put a link in to HTML. It may be me and my brain cloud, but let's blame Blogger), and when I'll find time to add new people to my links, God only knows. I haven't even looked at the new Blogger format since the Spouse Sparrow switched me over, and that was months ago. To all the people that I used to comment on on a regular basis: I'm sorry. I'm not a flake, really, it's just that I feel really crappy most of the time. Basically, I'm feeling very sorry for myself, and am miserable company. I'm thinking of tossing in the towel on this whole blogging thing, and I haven't even been doing it that long. My life fucking sucks, and it had better improve soon. I want to beat on something with a hammer. I want to win the Lottery. I want to not be in pain all the time. I want to find out what is actually wrong with me, and get a proper diagnosis, and I want it to not be something horrible and possibly fatal. I want my doctor to not take the next six months dicking me around. I want to not whinge on and on about all these stupid things that bore the tits right off everyone. I want to be me again. I want my life back.
I believe I'll be taking a break for a while. I don't know.