Three weeks...

And I still have ... well, SOMETHING. I don't know if it's still bronchitis, or if it turned into something else. The congestion in my chest has subsided but I am still coughing up a storm. Not a dry cough either (trying to keep this from being too graphic). And now the worst part is I can't even afford to go to the doctor. I screwed up my bank accounts so bad I can't even afford to buy milk! Yes I still have my job, yes Ann is still working. Her paycheck will cover SOME of the negative balance, but have to wait for mine next week to cover the rest. Fucking brilliant on my part, and it's all my fault. I screwed up bill paying and paid everything 10 days earlier than planned. Tried the bank but their hands were tied, and the amount of money it would have cost to fix wasn't going to be worth it. Plus all the time and aggravation. FML (fuck my luck)! In other news, I apparently am all alone. But I have what I have wanted all my life. Respect! Unfortunately that doesn't give you anyone to talk to about anything. Ah well, such is life. Been like this most of my adult life, no point in trying to start new now right? I had someone laughing the other day. I told them I've been involved in customer service for the better part of 28 years, yet I'm not a people person. As a general rule, most people piss me off with their stupidity. Then again, I piss them off with MY stupidity, amongst other traits. Sucks to be me I guess. Hopefully soon, though, I will end up totally alone, and then we'll see what happens.