merry

My computer is dead. 20G+ of music, various short stories and articles I was working on, my resume, my address book which included all my work references, et. al. are all gone.

I'm still unemployed.

The editor of the magazine that sometimes lets me write for them is still a fucking bitch.

I still have no money and I'm getting sick of pasta and canned fish.

I don't want to write or play music.

The days where it's an enormous stuggle to do anything other than lay in bed and cry are becoming alarmingly frequent.

I'm just so fucking tired.