WHY the FUCK can't I handle something when I've got the time to do it?
WHY do I need to be fucking baby-sat to get anything done?
It would seem that Providence is throwing me small favours, and when I get to the verge of breakdown point and start making plans for failure, things are turning out less bad than I necessarily thought.
This is taking years off my life and turning my hair grey, though.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.