It's rained so much the ceiling over my bed is leaking. While that is the truth, I feel like it is a metaphor for my life at the moment. There is going to be very little happy in this post and I thought about putting it somewhere else that people can't see it, but then I figured, "Fuck it all. I'm bitchy, I'm whiny and it's not about them. Put up a warning and make it really long. Maybe no one will bother." So, with that in mind, I'm about to bring anyone who dares to know up to date. There's going to be all kinds of dirty laundry and probably some, "she did it to herself," thoughts. Keep 'em. I know it. I am not explaining or looking for sympathy, just catharsis.