Well, I'm about ready to kill somebody, and I don't know who

Guess she doesn't have to declare that income. Fuck, so basically I should just write down "spousal support" on the next check instead of child support. Right. Well, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. I can start up my own business. Oh wait, CSE will come by and say I have to declare that income. I'm trying to find the good in this shit. I guess I'm not a positive person right about now. Believing in a God would be so fun, but you know something, screw that. Screw blaming others. Fighting's the way to go. And no, I don't want any bullshit about "you fight when you surrender". What sort of narcassistic paternizing bullshit is that. Keep coming back Bill, the lie works if you work it, so work it like we're worthless (and on the way out, try not to throw the sewing machine at anybody).
Well, tomorrow, I do three things. First off, I call the psychologists, next, comes CSE where I ask them about that just to see what comes about it. Secondly, I file on the rest of my bankrupcy papers. And finally, I file. I'm tired of this shit. She's dragged me down, so time to cut dead weight.
A little bit of drama down at the old call center. Two girls got into it over a guy, one decked the other, and the mother came by and threatened to kill one of the girls to the cops. Nice, real nice. It was a fun scene, a couple of cops in the lobby, security trying to sort everything out.
And a coworker pulled the classic joke on one of the other workers. Got the TL in on the joke, made it look like she was fired. Classic, even I believed it for a while.
Right now, on my desk, is Vengence, a book written in 1984 about "Operation Wrath of God", where Israelis stopped feeling like proverbial victims and started using a bit of terror on them. In case you're interested, go read this, then watch Munich.