So the house has been filled with the sounds of bathroom renovations, I had to perform a bunch of manual labour that reminded me how out of shape I am, my brother has been playing non-stop Street Fighter X (where X is whatever the fuck the number is that they're on right now), and frankly after a couple of weeks of him playing the game for several hours a day the sounds of it are really starting to grate on me.
My brain has been stuck in it's depressed "fuck you you're a screw up" mode, I'm not going to talk in detail about what that's like but it's very unpleasant, especially when I have nobody to talk to about it (which I don't). I tried to play Skyrim to distract myself from this, but I wanted to try to get Skyre installed and I ran into a bunch of trouble trying to do that since the nexus mod manager doesn't work and neither does SKSE apparently. I have no frigging clue how to get this thing to work and figuring it out is just going to be way more stress than I need right now.
Oh, and my uncle is apparently going to die a long, ugly, death due to pancreatic cancer. I may not know him very well but every interaction I've had with him told me that he's a frigging nice person, this is a pretty crappy thing.
Another pretty crappy thing is that the old Scottish lady who insists on frequently visiting us, annoying us, and cooking for us has come over to visit, annoy, and cook for us. Which is a problem not just because she's annoying (though I try to be nice to her, because she might be annoying but she's not a bad person), but because her cooking is usually pretty horrible, and what she's cooked for us this time sounds pretty unappetising.
Also there was apparently an accident in the kitchen, I haven't looked, but it sounds like there might be a lot of blood.
Usually a lot of bad stuff happening just makes me feel sad, but today I just feel angry, and frustrated. It's also basically manifesting as a desire for self-destruction, what I want to do right now is puncture my ear drums, skewer out my eyes, wrap my head in duct tape, and throw myself off a cliff. I'm not actually going to do anything like that, I'm just saying that I want out of this frigging miserable world so frigging bad right now.
Instead of doing that I'm going to go see what's wrong in the kitchen.
EDIT: Incidentally, in case anyone cared, my mother accidentally maced herself with a sauce that had habanero pepper in it.
Also my sincere apologies to the forum at large for my irritating habit of ranting about my stupid little issues here. I know those of you're probably all tired of it by now.