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Well, what looked like a promising week to begin with turned out to be filled of nothing but shit. At the beginning of this week, I was working at least 35 hours a week, I was healthy, and I was happy. But, now... Fuck, I just want some random asshole to start shit with me so I can take it all out. Everything kind of started out on monday, I found out that since winter season had started, they had to cut back on hours. I had expected this, but I didnt expect to be getting less than 15 hours a week. I had thought ahead this year for finding a job during winter, but on tuesday I found out that every single one had turned me down flat, without even so much as an interview. Wendsday came around and it was my moms birthday, I ended up spending the last bit of money I had on her present, she loved it and that was about the best thing about this week. But, later that night, I ran out of gas and had no money to get any. Ended up having to walk 6 miles to use a phone. Thursday came around and I developed a stomach virus, I was unable to hold anything down until today. On thanksgiving of all days! Well at least my puke smelled festive... It was so bad Friday that I had to call into work. Saturday, I was only at work for a few hours before I had to leave. Today... Oh today... I ended a 4 year friendship with one of my best friends over her boyfriend (see the "Retards of VR" section on my profile). Being pissed off at that I decided to go for a drive, only to see ambulances outside of a good friends house. Turns out his dad had a heart attack, he is ok right now, but still in ICU. I had to rush Justin to the hospital so he could be with his dad. Of course, that brought back memories from when my dad died... I decided to go bowling to clear my head, I threw 3 games, my highest being a 112... I am a 180 scratch bowler. I then grabbed my bowling balls and brought them home, so I could bake the oil out of them, as they are soaked and not preforming well. While carrying them in, my spare ball fell to the concrete and broke in 2. I thought that was the topper on my day, then I come here to find out that cancer had cleaned out the forum, taking about 700 posts from me. I know thats not alot compared to most of you, but it was just a way that God could tell me he really hates me. Icing on the cake, per say. God... What a week... I am surprised at myself for not crawling back into a bottle.