asking me what I want for Christmas.
to hit the lottery for enough to pay off my student loans and go to college for the rest of my natural life.
Be cured of my diabetes.
In that order or any other would be fine. If I were able to be able to get up and watch the news, eat a bowl of frosted cheerios and not be depressed by the fact that everyone in the world wants to kill everyone else & that the only people who call me are the student loan people looking for money, life would be ok.
But I guess I am asking for too much.
Frosted Cheerios haven't been in the house in ten years. In that time I still have owe on my degree (which I have yet to use) and people have killed each other since the beginning og time.
So I guess I will settle for enough time off for my knee to heal correctly, some medicine to stop the fucking excruciating pain I am in and to not lose my job since I got hurt at work. Apparently going out on disability is worse than fucking a newborn pony and then blowing up a school bus full of nuns and children.
Nothing but savages in this town.
I hope you all are well.