Dozens of resumes out each week ... not a single response (even to tell me to fuck off and die!).
Relatives in town.
Other relatives killing themselves.
A dozen major projects with no time to get to them.
New computer stuff with no time to install it.
Four thousand poems to get up on the web.
Another day older and deeper in debt (where the FUCK am I going to get the money for that damn real estate tax payment???).
Sucks to be me.