What happens when one loses their job and three renal cysts in one week?

at least my toe had some fun

Well, first off, I decided to start a blog.  And I did.
Badly.

It’s all very well to be told how easy it is to do this but then after spending about 20 minutes pretending to read all the rules and directions, all I want is to just start in. I also feel stupid (no I didn’t learn anything in school)

Akismet Stats? Widgets? CSS? Ratings? Typekit Fonts?

Probably easier to  apply for jobs.

Or not.

By the way, I want to make it very clear to all that I cannot punctuate worth beans.

I’ll spend an inordinate amount of time soon (probably c. 3am) discussing my super-duper schooling and the failure of either me, my parents (useful targets) or the various school systems 
in which I have taken part
where I was supposed to learn stuff (any of this grammatically correct?)

Seriously, what happens when I find myself sitting around, or lying around moaning, for over a week?

Seriously? I’ve eaten a lot of fudgecicles (do I need a little trademark thingy?) had my fingernails painted jungle red by my niece as we watched over 3 hours of Disney and Nickelodeon channels, stared at outdated resumes and glanced at Craigslist.

Craigslist  - too many temptations to check and see if my ex-boyfriend, a six-year relationship, is looking for ‘dates’….no surprise (do I insert a semi-colon, comma or those little ‘joining’ words) – he’s married (update - No Longer! As soon as I got a new beau, he got a new wife.  Was it me? Is he now having babies with this new woman? When did he have time to meet her?  In other words, WTF DUDE??).  And, yes I knew from the start that he was married. And don’t bother with the ethical and moral rebukes. I live with them daily due to NEW SUPER boyfriend.

May head out for a walk now that the rain has let up. Will probably become winded and fall about in the road clutching my side and yelling for morphine.

Until later