Back from vacation, such as it was.  If I'd known a month ago I'd have to be getting a MRI on my wrist, I probably wouldn't have gone, so all I could think about all weekend was the money I was stuck spending that I didn't have to spend.  Fun fun fun.  Today's my last day off before I go back to work, but it's not like I can go do anything.  Mowed the lawn, will try to finish season one of Downton Abbey, and get as much done on my het bigbang as possible.

Normally I try to make my posts entertaining to read, because I don't like reading boring sad posts from other people - no offense, but I have enough shit to deal with in my own life, I don't really care to read about anyone else's if it's not at least going to be a good story.  But I don't have the energy to try and jazz this one up.  There's also stuff going on in my home life, but I don't post about that stuff, and there's no real way to talk around it - suffice it to say that I am as bummed as I ever get, and sort of looking at my life and wondering when it all went wrong, and wishing I could go back ten years and do it all differently.

ETA: Had a wee creys in the shower and am feeling marginally better.  Am trying to remind myself that I have a roof over my head, food in the pantry, and am in relatively good health.  Not having money means I can't stop at Wendy's on my way to work, or go to the movies, or buy a DVD or a book, not that I am living in poverty.  I am going to make myself a hot chocolate and look at it from the perspective that, looking at history, a hot chocolate is a huge luxury.  How many human beings have lived and died and never had a hot chocolate?