My daughter wasn't sleeping well last night, so of course I didn't sleep well last night. This morning I woke up pissed off, angry...however you want to describe it. Now, I just feel utterly depressed, do not want to work, want to go to burger king and get a heart-attack special...really deep depression. Just a blah day.
Man, go for it. Unless it's that kind of day in which even the heart stopper combo won't tase as good as it should
Went home, had a small sandwich, then went to BK for my heart attack special, and they forgot the fork for my poutine. WTF?!
lol, its Canadian food, mostly french Canadian. French fries, cheese curds and gravy. Poutine - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
I've got a super fussy baby daughter (our son was not fussy at all), I've got a stupid dog, a wife that wants to stay home and run a daycare (but not actually do the work), the weather sucks, I have to spend another $1000 on my car to get it fixed... I just woke up today and for some reason felt that this isn't the way I pictured my life.
Looks good, but I prefer pountang. EDIT: Sorry about that fussy baby thing. But if your wife is staying home this shouldn't be impacting your sleep. Make that lazy biatch get up so you can get some fucking sleep! And I hear you on the stay-at-home mom / daycare thing. I see lots of women that want to play house and don't realize they haven't quit work, they've simply switched employers...
fast food diet isnt going to help with any depression.. it'll make it worse. heres the best answer. sell your kids, sell the dog, divorce the wife, sell the car, and move. resulting in plenty of money to buy that benz and stripper to remedy your mid life crisis.
Is it possible we're sharing the same life? Ok, ok maybe not the same but similar. Keep your head up man, we'll pull through.
let's compare notes. Starting friday, i had a hearing with the contractor licensing board, a flooring contractor i subbed to screwed the pooch royal, i have to completely re-do his work at my expense because i'm the general contractor on the job. got home to recieve not one, but two certified letters from the IRS, they want 6500 dollars immediately, or they're going to levy my wages. Sometime over the weekend, my jobsite was robbed, lost a thousand dollars worth of tools, they caught the guy sunday night and i got some of my tools back. today i was served with a summons to the grand jury for that. When the guy broke into the house, he went through a window. there was no floor, only exposed plumbing and a girder.....he fell onto all the cold water copper pipes and busted them all to shit....had to rebuild all that plumbing. My major depression is kicking my ass. Welcome to the club my friend. That which does not kill us, makes us stronger. at least that's what they say.
Cheer up,a wise man once said, "Just open your eyes and see that life is beautiful." Go get that poutine, take the dog, saves cleanup.
