<b>*Edit* Don't read this one. I'm not just being goofy this time, I'm honestly pretty pissed off. You all have your own problems, you don't need mebe being a downer. </b>
Yeah, I eat 3 times a day (for now), I can pay rent, have a wife I love who looks fantastic in her new pajamas...
I also have a grandmother (who helped raise me) who is honestly one step above a zucchini at this point and is in and out of the hospital, a grandfather who is deteriorating more slowly but still approaching inevitability, a father who is taking care of them both and could lose his mind at any point from the stress, a series of friends who are leaving the city (and in some cases the coast) for a jobs elsewhere; some of whom don't actually have a job there yet (essentially obliterating our support system), a revolving door of underemployment; going from lousy temp assignment to lousy temp assignment... big breath... a country full of people bandying about insults they don't understand (next moose-knuckle who calls me a Communist better know what a Communist is or I swear to God I am going to systematically hunt them down and make the rest of their living days miserable), a debilitating case of the 'roids, epic beer flatulence, no health insurance and an itchy nose.
So yeah, next time I complain that the guy behind is chewing like a frigging cow and some jack-hole responds "First World Problems!" I can truthfully say I hope they spontaneously combust and die in the most painful manner possible.
See, that's where the real story is.
In the competition for the attention of the space aliens.
Everyone's equal in the eyes of God, but the space aliens, you've got to figure they would play favorites.
YES, WE HAVE TRIED OTHER YEASTS! USE BREAD YEAST FOR JAOM!