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GrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.  My friend, who introduced me to the larping, who makes me laugh with his stories, whom I would totally have made mine but for the discussion we had on mutual ages, has been screwed.  Utterly screwed by the state.  Now *I* have places to go for when/if we lose this house, but my buddy?  He's fucked.

The world is pissing me off today.  There's all this crap going on in the background, with the internet censorship and the bullying and the Westboro church is always a favorite- and people near and dear to me are getting hurt in ways I can neither prevent, nor really help patch up.

And yet, funnily enough, I'm not having the breakdown I always expected when these sorts of things came to pass.  I had those panic attacks.  That was months ago.  None of us are dead yet.  Even if they're neither clean nor pretty, there's options to be had.  

I just wish I could get something decided, and then we could work on the getting back up from the slumping...