deportation

I’m fucking terrified. Now that things are at the stage where I’m really doing the mental math and planning for this stuff, I’m slightly freaking out. As it stands, and if my little spreadsheet is correct, it looks like the money situation at home won’t be too bad for a little while, as long as…

Being hopeful, losing optimism, and no, Danny, he’s not coming into work today.

Good morning, people. It’s Humpday. I hate that fucking word. However, there’s very little things in my life I’m not bitter about, or at least mildly annoyed at right now. I was home for about a half hour yesterday before he called. He had said he would try to call around 9pm, just to talk…