State of The 'Pent

My toilet gets backed up easily

I shit out 99% of the food I eat due to the latuda I take for mental illness. I can't stop the latuda quickly because of the Rebound Effect. My shrink? Don't ask.

My primary care doc's secretary is a snake. I hate calling up that office because I know the woman is GOING to shit on me. Try getting an apt. with a new doc.

My left foot is screwed up.

My back on the left side is messed up from about 6 weeks ago when I was pleasuring myself to the thought of my GF.

There's a shitty ass football game on TV right now. And Joe Buck has a cold.

I went to Manchester yesterday in hopes of meeting some reporters at the bar under the main hotel in town. Not a one in sight. Not a one. Think about that.

My car: missing a hubcap. Needs brake work and an alignment. My license is expired. My registration and inspection are three months past due and I cross my fingers every time I drive past a cop.

All my magazines, which I love so dearly and look forward to every day in the mail, are either phonies or written by computer.

There's no basketball on because the networks put the squeeze on all the small fish not to counter program with sports.

I haven't finished a book in about two months and am getting stupider by the minute. No energy due to stress.

All the food (or about 99.9%) in the two supermarket chains here in Maine tastes chemically. Really putrid. The only food that doesn't taste like chemicals is puddin'.

I'll make lasagne tonight, eat it, and shit 99.9% of out tomorrow morning. No conversion of the glorious ingredients into enegy for my muscles due to the shit problems associated with taking the latuda, which I can't stop taking due to the rebound effect, which was not intentionally put into the drug, but left in by the drug companies, who can't be caught because all the scientists in America that could catch them are on the drug companies payroll, because the AMA is bought and paid for.

I am broke and can't get a job because Maine is run by organized crime. 100%. And I am apparently too awesome for the organized criminals here.

I have no friends.

I haven't touched a woman in about 13 years.

Cable TV reception stinks. I don't know why.

My keyboard sucks. Can't afford the $50 to replace it.

The only phone calls I get are from credit card collection assholes.

I get basically no emails.

I live in a state that, much like America, is populated by billionaires and meth heads. You're either one or the other. The major business in Maine is drug dealing, thus people live undergournd and are incredibly unfriendly. Believe it. This is a hellhole.

I am on disability for a mental illness and haven't had a full time, self sufficient job in many years because I am lazy, stupid, and fat.

Is it worth it? I ask myself, and have no answer.