Last night, I headed out to the gym after dinner and found myself instead stopping at the liquor store, getting a bottle of wine, saying screw the gym, and heading back home. Things are very shaky at work right now; we’re all being made to take a half day of unpaid PER WEEK and rumor has it that they are considering cutting our health insurance. I will not say much more on this for fear of being dooced but I just don’t know what to do. Having health insurance cut doesn’t mean as much to some people as it does to me. My Humira, which I had to battle to get covered, is $4000/month without insurance. It might as well be $1,000,000; that is as attainable as $4,000 is for medication. Plus, when I’m stressed, I hurt all over. So, I don’t have much more to say right now. I’m just going to sit here on the couch, watch the Wake vs Dook game, and continue to console myself with my good and faithful friend Kendall Jackson.