Pardon me while I indulge in a little self-pity

So this is just how my life is. Nothing ever just goes smoothly. I can never get ahead. And just when I think I might be getting there, something else comes up. Before I've even had time to dream of a plane ticket to New York or a car that doesn't threaten to overheat every day, some crisis comes up that will eat up every spare dime (or at least all the emotional energy I have to spare or both). And there's never anyone else to share the burden.

It doesn't help that I'm the world's biggest pessimist and always assume the absolute worst (for which I blame my father).

It's exhausting.

And it requires way more wine than I can afford.