Now what?

It's only a couple of days since I got back from a weekend's madcap mountainbiking in Ottawa. I should still be brimming. Yet this morning I woke on the brink of tears and have been that way ever since.

I feel like I hate my life.

Today's the day I sign the divorce agreement, and have the appointment set with my lawyer circa 95 minutes from now. I slept the entire day yesterday - hitting the sack sometime very early Tuesday morning and not surfacing again until a few hours ago.

Such a momentus documents force mental stocktaking of one's life, and I don't like what I see. A degree. Whoop dee doo. Romance and relationship-wise my life thus far has been a gong show. I'm 38 and own no property, living in a country that refuses to employ me in even the most menial of duties. I have no money to speak of, no drive, and no plan for what to do next. I hate where I live but I'm stuck here.

Nothing to do but buy lottery tickets and hope for the best. Welcome to my world.