Life. It Ain't Easy.

It’s nearly 3:00am, so I apologize in advance if this post comes across as disjointed, filled with typos, and/or just plain nonsensical. Lately, I’ve been hanging out with my friends and doing social stuff to counter each attack of the “blues”; however, I don’t eat, sleep, or work out on my regular schedule. I sometimes skip breakfast and a couple trips to the gym; I also go to bed at unusual hours because my days & nights are extremely packed now. (More on that later.) Stress. It doesn’t do the body much good. Why am I stressed? Well, because I need a job with health insurance and stable fucking income. (I already blog about that ad nauseam; therefore, I won’t go into it much more at the moment.) Where was I? Yes, it’s late / very early in the morning on Tuesday. I’m still up. So, I do what I figure the insomniacs do at this hour: clean. I also catch up on email. I have a couple active email accounts, and I haven’t checked either in several days. I check the one that I use for friends and family first. That’s when I see it ... It’s an email from my friend Pegs. I click it open and begin to read. In the first sentence, she apologizes for sending her news via email. My first thought? Uh-oh ... she’s pregnant! But, I was wrong. Pegs lost her job on Friday. I haven’t had a chance to talk to her about it because, again, it’s nearly 3:00AM. Call me crazy, but I don’t think “now” is an appropriate time to call. (It’s safe for me to blog about this; she already went public with her news.) I can’t wait to talk to Pegs to see how she is doing. She’s a strong woman; I’m sure she’s okay. Still, losing a job really fucking sucks. No short cliché can make it suck any less. Having said that, I will add this ... sometimes something that looks like a really bad thing can actually turn into a really good thing and/or a more positive situation. I truly believe that. And, I have faith that things will eventually work out for Pegs — and for me. Man ... life ... It is much harder than it looks in the movies.