Right now, I’m trying to find one good thing about the way my life has been going lately, and I can’t say I’m having a lot of luck. I’m incredibly unhappy in my current job. Lately I feel like I wouldn’t be able to land another job if I printed color at 12PPM out my ass. I’m fat, lonely and forever companionless. I’m beginning to feel like I’ve wasted the first 25 years of my life, and I don’t know what the hell is going to become of the next 25. (Needless to say, I’m a little depressed this morning.)