so the wife decided it would be a great idea to pick a fight with me tonight. what the hell, it's been a few days. went for my usual drive-anywhere-just-to-get-the-hell-away. would have stayed in my car overnight again except i had 1/8 tank of gas, no wallet, nowhere to go, and it's 20F outside. so back home i go. to sit in my driveway. and wonder why i should bother living. not a pathetic, feel sorry for yourself type of thing. i'm beyond that. no, what really should i continue for? all i could come up with was a couple decades of a job i hate (once i get one--i'm sure i'll hate it), and a heart attack. what the hell do i have to look forward to? i've hated life for the past 25 years, what good could possibly come in the final 25? i know my daughter would miss me, but she'd get over it after probably an hour or so. for the first time i feel a sense of resentment against her for pinning me to this ball of shit we call earth.