Originally Posted by happytobealive1

Not going to lie: I f^&*^ed up. Hard. There's been a snafu with my job for next year, which means there's a chance I may not have one at all, or I may have something entirely different from what I signed up for. And I'm supposed to move in this Saturday, to start work on Monday... So I lost it, because don't addictive substances make fear easier to handle?

In case any of you were wondering, the answer is no. Quite definitely: no. So I'm back. And trying to return to the good side of life. But oh man, do I feel weak and wimbly these days. Not sure I can promise 24, but I'll promise right now and the next 4ish, how's that sound?