I may be getting laid off tomorrow.
No warnings, no messages, I was just sent home early and told that tomorrow may be my last day.
So it seems that I now have more time to work on my writing. Yays!

I'd like to feel upset about this, but I just frankly can't bring myself to care.

Worst case scenario; I live off of cereal and breadcrumbs until I either find another job or starve to death. (Or until the student loan people show up and harvest my organs...)

I know that I'll be OK in the end. I always am. I'll be miserable, tired, and having to watch those around me have both opportunities and privileges that I can only dream of,

But fuck it,
That's all I've ever known anyway.

That is "Normal" to me. I'll still be alive,I'll still fight tooth and nail for what I believe in, and I'll still be a stubborn little son of a bitch.

I KNOW that there is nothing wrong with me. I am not being punished, and I am not to blame for the delightful little hell that I have lived through.

And hopefully, I'm smart enough to know that it may get better some day.

As Browning put it:
If gods be strong and wicked, man, though weak, may prove their match by willing to be good.

Or as I put it:
BRING IT ON!!!