It’s December. 37 Weeks… We survived November, but I’ll finally believe there’s a chance things will start to change in a positive direction if we get to January 21st without the festering pile of rotting excrement fucking up everything even more than he already has. Thanksgiving was just the two of us at home, and while it was nice to not have the three-day post social gathering hangover recovery, it was really weird. I haven’t… Keep reading…Voluntary victim…