I'm at the end of the proverbial rope. Everything counts on money and unless I start whoring myself (Again, watch Liz Lemon on 30 Rock) for cuddles and kissing or whathaveyou (aka worlds worst prostitute) I'm uncertain about my strength. Or lack of strength.

Rent to own? Any friends have a place on the market they can't get rid of? Or is in need of some fixing up? Contracts will keep us from devolving and going for the others throat. As it were.

Anybody want an American wife?

That was a huge and heavy sigh I just sighed. It's so unbelievable that the amount of my imbalance from my medications gets added too. I need a place to live. I wish it was just perfect. Like a dream come true - winning lotto or some luck based huge money prize!

I saw the dentist today and the tooth looks amazing. But I'm pretty wrecked. Cried before we left, then wanted to there but managed to hide it until we got home and during our discussion I cried and cried and cried. Just a completely exhausted sickee who needs a place to live. Dare I type this?

Nightie-Night!