Fuck fuck fuckity fuck

Looks like my last day at the university job will be December 31.

There goes two-thirds of our income, our health insurance, and the World's Best 401K ever.

We'll survive. But it still sucks, and I think I'll be taking a week or so to wallow before pulling myself up by my bootstraps.

First person to leave a comment with any variation on the idea of "why doesn't Baroy help out?" will be responsible for my subsequent complete mental breakdown. In other words, don't. Please.

[In better news, two days on Lexapro, and I feel like a reasonable human being again. I expect to begin acting like one any day now.]