...the Paranoid Android. (Or Eeyore, or Glum, or... you get the picture)
He never seemed paranoid to me, just depressed.
But it's sort of been a Life... don't talk to me about life... week.
No job, mostly; the rest of it is okay really. We're basically healthy again, Thanksgiving this week, I'm doing well in school finally.
Oh, and Abby is too - very well. The only thing that she needs "extra work" with is spelling. Go her.
And I'm super excited for her birthday party in a couple weeks; sometimes homegrown is the best.
But there's the no-job, and the no-money (these go hand-in-hand) at the holidays.
And it's, well, wintry out there.
But I've gotten a few hits on job possibilities, I'm finally done with F&^king Algebra, and I can breathe again without hacking up a lung. I have my Vitamin D and my full-spectrum lamp.
It'll work out.
It's just depressing in the meantime.