Saturday

Tomorrows my birthday. Im prity dipressed. Seems life has no meaning, just wait to die really. I sthis ache or this spot the thing that going to kill me? have i got a terminal cough or is that head ache the end?... whats the point.

On the plus side tho no new disasters. just the old ones trudeling along like always. Oh and son has nitts, so we all have insceticide on out heads over night.