Monday morning means a game report!

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Gods above, my stress levels are off the chart.

I came to work today, and in addition to my normal duties here, reviewed everything important for tomorrow's issue, contacted my lawyer, prodded my coworker to give him a statement, posted yesterday's game excerpt, paid a credit card bill, attempted to get my ID from across the street (unsuccessfully)... tomorrow I have to find out why my promotion wasn't applied...

I'm worn out and beat down. I'm at the point of persistent nausea from sheer stress, and sitting on THAT all day has been no fun. The worst part is knowing that if not for this whole shitstorm, things would have finally turned around this month -- I'd have caught up on bills and come out a bit ahead, and actually started to take care of some necessary stuff. Now I'm looking at terminal longterm financial distress once again... On top of this, I gotta deal with tigerphoenix's parent all week. I'm just seriously at my end. I don't know how I can handle all this.

The hot water heater is leaking, my line of credit for dental expenses was cancelled for literally no reason, and I'm not allowed into the house till 10pm (and not at all on Saturday).

I defy anyone to give me a piece of news or information that is purely positive and uplifting. I defy anyone to give me a shred of hope or reinforcement or morale support. You can't do it. You just can't.