It's not that I don't have anything to say, it's just that I have nothing new to say. I just feel like I'm typing the same old rants about the same old things, over and over and over again.
And that's a problem. For any story (even if it's just the story of my life) to be worthwhile, it needs to advance at some point. And right now, I feel like I'm just spinning my wheels.
Everything else has been okay, I guess. My husband is still addicted to tramadol. He still goes to his witch doctor to get more pills to fill in between the times he gets scripts from his regular docs. He keeps saying he's going to quit smoking, but that never lasts longer than an hour or so.
Meanwhile, we're still struggling to get by. We still have to borrow money regularly to make our bills, but that doesn't stop my guy from continuing to spend money on medications and cigarettes. He even had the nerve to get satellite installed at our house, which we still haven't paid for.
After our landlord saw the satellite go in, he stopped having any sort of patience for our continued tardiness in getting the rent to him. I don't blame him one bit. Meanwhile, I keep looking for some kind of full-time work that won't piss my guy off.
Something good is bound to happen soon, right?
