The Streak Is Dead

Well I had went over 200 days without missing a day even if the updates were stupid as shit. I just went about 13 days without an update of any kind. Most people would just hope that I was dead but much to your dismay, it didn't happen. My back has gone completely numb from the pain tonight and I feel like dying. No, I'm not being pessimistic or anything else, I just feel that awful. I got home at 5 and I washed the dogs, filled three holes in the walls, painted the inside of the house, cleaned my bathroom and the rest of the house and then swept and mopped and it is finally over. I also made dickhead more business cards so that he can feel important to somebody somewhere. I get to sit 6 and a half hours later and he's pissed off that I didn't wash his bath mats. He's asking me about buying tickets to a Yankees game and 'what's the scoop' on Lexy and I don't even know what to tell him about the second one. I feel like a moron every time he brings it up because he talks about us like we're any old normal couple who is ready to move out and have a family any day now but I can't sit down and tell him what's really going on or not going on without looking like and once again being called an asshole. I broke another windshield in my truck this morning as well when what looked like a bolt came off of a semi truck and hit my windshield. My job is still awesome but I've lost the motivation to wake up everyday to go in or else I'd be fine. I feel like I know that I'm doing things terribly wrong in life but my heart keeps telling me that it'll all work out for the best but my brain knows better. Oh, Dan, Chase and I all attempted and defeated a burger challenge at a Cafe here by eating a 2.5 pound burger with a pound of fries. It's sad when it's the thing that I can be most proud of right now. I need answers to my questions before I lose my mind.