Thanks!

Sigh. It would be really great if people could maybe possibly sort of do their job. Especially when all that's required of them is making a single phone call. While other things in life are looking up - school's almost done for the semester, I'm moving in a month - my body's still in the dumps. Seriously, it's not working; it's making it hard to get anything done. It's fucking with my head, which must be fun for it, but not fun for me. I feel like I'm watching it from far away but still having to feel everything. It's shitty. I'd like it fixed. Thanks to a deficit in giving a shit, I'll have to wait even longer before I can see anyone who can help. It's only been 6 months of hell. No biggie, what's 4 more?

Also, it's getting expensive, all this upkeep for the worst tenant in the world. Therapy, acupuncture, constantly buying new pants because I'm dropping a pants size every month - all of this adds up rather quickly. If I weren't broke and sick, I'd take pleasure in this shrinking, but as it stands I've had no hand in this, I have no money, and I'm tired of toast. Also, because my head's fucked, I don't actually see any difference in my body - just the increasing gaps in waist bands. Sigh.