I can't hold my shit together anymore. I don't have any patience left. I don't want to post this shit all over facebook because people on there don't need to hear it, mostly my girlfriend because I don't want her caught in the crossfire. Nothing she did is to blame for my misfortunes.

But I'm sick of this fucking shit.

I'm tired. We got this puppy and it's just so damn cute, but we live downstairs and the little fucker just shits everywhere. She has to be taken out constantly, which means I have to get up in the middle of the night (my girlfriend shares this responsibility) to take her out. For days it's been like this. To make matters worse, I am a light sleeper. On top of this, we are infested with bed bugs. so I can't just simply lie there until I get tired. I can feel them on me, and when they aren't on me I just get paranoid that they ARE on me, and I still scratch at any damn fucking itch. And I get bit, so I'm scratching the fuck out of those too. But I can't stay awake either, because my eyes burn like hell. So I can't fucking stay awake, but I can't fucking sleep. The notion that I need to sleep looms over me but I can't and I can't get away from this shitty fucking situation to do something about it.

Sound bad? Yeah? Well, I'm not fucking done.

This week is the busiest week at work. 1/26 is the big whoop-de-fucking-doo sale event at work, and I'm one of the managers. I oversee the sale of furniture. Which means my balls are chained down to the mercy of retail and its lovely customers. It also means I get to carry out all of their shit to their car and try to fit everything in their fucking smart car because they don't have any mother fucking sense of spatial awareness whatsoever. The sale is one day only though! But, nope, still more work to do. Two entire weeks of inventory prep.

I can't do this shit anymore.