F’n Sundays

Yep, here I am again after the boys are dropped off at home. It just seems to be coming from all directions today. Them, the apartment search, the unemployment, and Patty.

Shit of it is, I can reason in my head about all of it, but then like a dog seeing a squirrel, I take my eyes off and boom, it all rushes in.

I just need a win. Something. The dating sites are playing the “likes” thing where they send you a email that you have so many likes and of course anything less than $29.99 you can’t see anything about them.