This weekend, starting around 8:30 Saturday morning, has sucked. And by sucked, I mean... if I was at all suicidally inclined, I'd probably be sucking down a bullet right now. Thank God I'm not. Just waaaaaaaayyyyy too "never say die," (pun absolutely intended) to give up that easily.

So... Poe was bought and paid for on Friday morning- I never really got excited because deep down, I just knew it would never work out. It couldn't. That's just the way of life, honestly. But, there's always that stupid little spark deep deep down inside me that never stops glowing and hoping and praying and pushing me forward. So, although I was trying to be realistic, when the news came down that Frank was not going to let me work off my board and was basically dooming any hope I may have had to keep this horse somewhere worth keeping her at, I just... picked up my stuff, left everything else right where it was, and... booked it home.

Wendy is now dicking me around about the money, even though I have a legal 3 day cooling off period where I can renege on any large item purchase, so Dad and I are going to the courthouse tomorrow to file a claim in the small claims court.

God, this stupid spark is pissing me off. I knew I shouldn't have answered the damned phone, I knew it! *shakes head* I don't even know why I let this shit happen to me. I should know better by now! And... I just keep hoping and pushing and praying and glowing.

Please, Life, don't ever make it go out. Flickering is okay, but out-out will be the day I change my diet to include a higher source of iron.