If I listen to my body, it's saying, "Curl up and die already."
I keep telling it it has to last at least 3 more years so I can get my daughter out of high school. It's not happy with that idea. I don't care. Maybe it knows that if we make it to the end of high school still moving, I'm going to try to renegotiate for four more years to see her out of college.

On top of everything else, i am just tired of being treated like a deadbeat when i am working harder at everything than probably anyone else they have ever known.