Some days you can't win

There are days that are so f'ing depressing where nothing goes right, and you have to wonder why keep trying? Still have a bad headache from the concussion that makes concentrating - and thus work - very difficult, so I'm getting further behind every day. Son's truck died inexplicably on the freeway yesterday, which means more $$$ I can't afford. Oldest is home from college and already making a mockery of house rules, and I'm getting zero backup from my spouse. A noted author I otherwise like has resorted to massive bullying against a principle and innocent character, making the tale difficult to follow because of my intense dislike of bullies getting away with crap (adults bullying, too!). And after years of struggling with how to tell a major tale, i get accused of a stand-in writing it because someone thought it too dark for their tastes. Things like this suck the joy out of life itself.

Why do I even fucking bother? I don't have a good answer (or any answer) right now.

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