Quote of the day: "Nothing is permanent in this wicked world- not even our troubles."- Charlie Chaplin

     Things are looking up. Last night I worked on the car a bit, and all should be well with it tonight.... well, at least enough to be able to drive it, and safely, each day. My money issue (the one about me being dirt poor at the moment) threatens to improve in the very near future if I'm not careful, and I've even got enough money to put gas in it once it runs reliably.

     The only problem, I suppose, is the absolute crushing certainty I have that this is all an elaborate plot to make it that much worse when things head downward again. I feel it pulverizing every ounce of my being; I can hear the deafening roar of a thousand waterfalls of failure looming just downstream.

     It's not that I don't feel in control of my life. I think that's just it: I have too much control over my life.

**Edit: I feel like falling to my knees, crying, screaming, "I don't want it." I don't even know what it is, but I know it would be true.**