has hit you like a load of highly compressed shit bricks. I would like to tell you it gets better. I really would. But, it doesn't seem to. robot slaves are what people without money become. I am one.
The only way out is to be drastic, and take a big risk. Like starvation.
Anyways. Beacon of Sunshine will go to bed now. drunk. me that is. 11 beers, and get up for work...yeah.