You have a way with words that borders on Poetry, every story is quite endearing and as an audience we share your pain. I can certainly relate to your daily grind despair, work, earn, spend, work, earn, spend it's a vicious cycle once you join it there never seems any way out until we leave a pretty corpse - because the hard grinders always die young (I hope you make the exception - doubt I will) But of course we always have hope that the New Year will make it better (or closer to peace anyway).