I woke up today, and I can say, without any doubt, that this day is so surreal that I can hardly believe it's happening. In short order, I'm still jobless, with my unemployment having run out this week, I mailed out a card with a few dollars to my ex's son, because I love him dearly, even though he isn't my own, and in the process of going to mail that card and running errands, my car's frame snapped. That's right, snapped. The engine is now on the ground. I just shelled out $60 for towing to get it home that I really couldn't afford, the Detroit metro area is such a fucking wasteland for public transportation that I can't depend on it to get me much of anywhere, and I can't exactly make it to a new job that I have no transportation to because of the above. My medication money was in that $60, so when I run out next week, I can't afford the refills. In short, I have no idea what I'm going to do for anything.
Oh, yeah, and I read that means-testing is on the table for Medicare, which further endangers it as a real insurance program, fucking over millions of people.
This all can't be happening, right? I mean, there's no fucking way this all happened today. I feel like the God I believe in has just abandoned me, and us, and left us at the mercy of whackos. I especially feel really abandoned right now. I have good friends, but there isn't much they can do for me, unfortunately.
I hope I wake up tomorrow and this was just a bad dream. The sad thing is, I know it really is, and I don't know what to do.