Current mood:	T_T
Entry tags:	fuck this garbage

When it rains, it fucking pours. Kat really IS emo.
So, let us recap my current situation shall we?

- Dad has up to 6 months to live, if he's telling the truth. Why do I say that? Welcome to bullet point #2

- I come to find out I was lied to and Dad didn't have a stroke around November of last year nor did he have another heart attack this year. Can I really believe anything this guy fucking says anymore? (I should have the chat logs somewhere where he told me both of these things occurred. I swear I didn't just dream it up one day for shits and giggles.)

- I just found out that the book I've been working on this past year isn't coming out until...next year? Maybe? Never? I don't know.

- Second book put off until the first one comes out and sells a million copies which means I have no job, and thus will probably have to beg Petland for my job back. I can't wait to be told to put sales before dying animals or be written up for animal neglect.

- I have a flight to Hamilton scheduled for April 11th, but I'm probably going to have to cancel it since I have no fucking work/ income.

Can I crawl into a ball and just sleep for the next twenty years? I really haven't the patience to interact with the human race from this point forward.