When the going gets tough the tough...fuck what was that last part?

Okay so in the past few days I've moved into a new place, got a raise and a bunch of overtime, got a staff infection, got kicked out of my new place, and now I have to give a two weeks notice at my job hopefully find temporary shelter and move to another state in 14 days. FUCK! At least I can stay where I'm at for today.

Anyway I gotta get moving on.

 

What the heck happened to have all that shit happen dude? That is rough stuff.

 

Well I got kicked out for sleep walking and urinating on the floor on a couple different occasions. I have since moved back home and don't pee on the floor anymore for whatever reason. From what I've read sleep-walking (and sleep-pissing) can be stress related and that's what I think it was. Luckily my room mate at the time was understanding and let me stay at his place until I could move.

I thought I had a staff infection. Much worse. It was bed bugs tearing my ass up. It was terrible. I can't desrcibe how miserable it feels to be covered in itchy, leaking, bleeding wounds that get gnawed at any time you make an attempt at REM. The fucking bugs would be all in my clothes and shit biting me all day long probably. It felt like it anyway. Between my scratching and the bugs biting I was missing skin and my legs were swollen and red. But again when I moved back home this problem didn't follow me. Through out the mattress and washed all my clothes. And oh my god do I appreciate every day that I don't have those fuckers.

The overtime that I talk off turned out great too. Because its been hard to find work here.

Anyway its cool that everything works out in the end.