Today's the day where I start my trip into gray-muzzle land, and the last few days were a prelude to this. The jackasses that own my apartment build are starting to collect back-rent because of one little error on my part, and now I'm stuck with paying back over $750 along with a increased rent. I tried to explain myself to them, but they just want to bleed every dollar I have until I'm broke and homeless.

*sigh* Sorry. I needed to get that off my chest. I know it's my birthday, and I should be excited, but it just feels like another day to me. I'm still the tired, frustrated, depressed fox/coyote hybrid you have come to know, and I don't see that changing anytime in the future. If you need me, I'll probably be browsing the depths of YouTube or focused on beating Dark Souls 2 (I know the third one's out; I just lack a PS4). Peace.