Dear Diary,

hello again diary. life is still less than stellar, oh wait, it's down right dark at the moment.
my parents, wonderful insane people they are, offered a good part of their retirement to me to pay down the cost of the house so the payment isn't so high. Because, well, i can't afford it at the moment, while the ex is sportin' a $500 watch and a 70K salary now, and will likely be couch surfing by next Thanksgiving. That's going to be embarrassing, a homeless teacher. Woohoo. Luckily, i talked them out of it. I'll just skip meals to keep costs down.

It's Valentine's Day - no flowers, no bear. Nuthin. Sums it up nicely. Still not worth anything.

I'm also on railroad tracks again. Just hanging out, paintin' some graffiti on a nearby train. I thought I was doing pretty well, but, i hear the next train coming. So, big decision - do I hang out and hope the train takes a different set of tracks or just wait to get splattered again. Do people even pay attention when they hear the train whistle? And worse, is the dude I've been hanging out with that naive to think that I'll hang around when the train does hit? I'll be splattered, but I'll be sure to be splattered alone.

I think I've ruined my wrists from all the stupid shoveling of the 4 feet of snow that's finally starting to melt.

So, yup. I'm waiting on good stuff to happen.