So I caught the flu that's been going around. It sucks. I've been sick for a week now. Sneezing, congestion, horrible coughing, and the worst headaches I've ever had. For two days, it felt like I had a migraine except it was my entire face and Tylenol and Sudafed didn't help at all. Really crappy stuff. I wouldn't wish this damn flu on anybody. On the bright side, I'm better than I was, so hopefully it'll be over pretty soon!

That's been pretty much the high point of the last few months. I've been struggling to get a job for months now, and I haven't even been able to get an interview no matter how much I call back and pester places. The fuckers up-state decided to remove the visitor's vending machines in the state prisons. Know what that means? My family's up the creek without a paddle. The machines in Southern State Correction Facility were 80% of our income. And my dad heard from someone who heard from someone else that there's a chance we might be losing the washing machines in Fairton Federal Prison, too. If I can't get a job soon, we might end up losing the house...

And as if all that stress isn't enough... I've been helping to run Xavier Institute on Furcadia. The RP has served as my relaxation for a while now, but over the last two months, it's become more of pain in the ass than an escape. Between crap never getting done unless I do it myself (website, application system, urging for staff meetings), and problems with various members not tolerating each other because they either can't or won't, I'm about ready to shoot myself. (Not literally!) It was driving me nuts before, and I tried quitting staff to get away from it. Pfft! Like that actually did anything. So, next week, after Kurt comes back, I am taking a break from the dream as a whole. No RP. No lurking. Nothing. And if anyone has a problem with that? Well, they can kiss my big fat I-don't-give-a-damn-anymore Irish ass.