Sob story ahead, as I needed a place to put my thoughts and I didn't want to resurrect my LiveJournal. Be warned.<P>My dad's usually a charming, debonair fellow with an agenda that revolves around the education of the principles of marketing and the concerns that come with piloting an A-11 German tank. He's medium height, stocky, and as of late an angry, angry person. He takes everything at face value and does not consider alternative opinions when it comes to judgement, although that may be because his fighter-pilot goggles chafe a lot.<P>You know how most people naturally take other people as being dumber than them, in spite of previous accomplishments? Well, he does that. I get to hear belittling dialogue regarding subjects I'm well-versed in as a result and am told instructions I've heard thousands of times before from the SAME DAMN MOUTH.<P>Anyway, he's in the midst of a divorce. He's leaving my mom - a weather-beaten, classically Midwestern, middle-aged lady - for another woman, which I have no problem with (as it's considerably better than months upon months of cheating and secrecy). What pisses me off is how he's going about the custody issues. I'm going to be living with my mother, who's moving a mile away on her notably tiny salary to a small house in which I will have to share a bedroom with my two little brothers until I move out.<P>In addition to all this, I was just fired from work a week and a half ago. They thought I was too slow at what I did, even though they decided to stick me into the one position that didn't involve any social interaction whatsoever and decided to judge my skills on the first two weeks of my first job. I'd vastly improved since then, but they didn't bother *telling* me that there was a problem in the first place. Figures.<P>(INTERLUDE)<P>November is Gaming Month, according to game companies worldwide. With the ~$100 from my final paycheck I shall be purchasing Serious Sam 2, Red Faction, and a throwaway copy of Quake 3: Arena to guide me through these tough times.<P>(END INTERLUDE)<P>I have $1200 saved in the bank for when I get kicked out of wherever I'm living next year. It's enough to get a tiny apartment in New England and live poorly for a few months until I get on my feet and start saving for the ultimate goal: College. That's thousands of dollars, hundreds of miles, and tens of months away, though. I can do naught but live for the moment.<P>Change is inevitable. No amount of preparation can brace you for some, while others may not be so difficult, but in mass quantities they can be particularly deadly. Not only am I overwhelmed with massive amounts of freaky, gigantic changes in my surrounding environment, but I'm surrounded by people who don't take me seriously.<P>*THAT*, my friends, is why there was no update on Friday.