My Life

Sucks.  She doesn't care.  She just gets on with her life and I'll go suffer in silence as Fall comes to East Texas.  I guess I'll either perish there or somehow find the will to go on.  It's either one or the other.  Which, I don't know.  All I know is that everything in my life is gone.  Wife, son, house, lifestyle (I know, perhaps that is nothing to be proud of, but...).

I set myself up for one of the worst possible outcomes.  Despite my vehement protests about what I have to do, at least I am lucky enough to have somewhere to go, so I have to be thankful for that.  As many times as I have bitched about it, I guess I seem ungrateful.  I don't mean to be.  8 days.  Imagine that.  Including today, depending upon what time we have to be out Wednesday (8am or 11:59:59?), it's pretty much 5 days.  I have no idea what I can accomplish during that time.  Hopefully we can make some decent money on the garage sale.  A 50/50 split of C4K 580.00 + hopefully at least 200 from the garage sale.  Most of that would come from the fridge.  If we can sell it for 200 or so, we might be able to gross another 200-300 bucks for a total split of 250 so my take would be 830.00.