The Entry Where I Whine About Nothing

i don't want to go home. i do not want to stay here. work sucks but home is not much better.

i envy red head princess her recliners and couch. they are hers [and that cherry pie making hubby of hers]. when i go home there isn't anything of mine really... well actually there is. from memory here is what i have waiting for me at home:

1. 8 coats thrown on top of an old entertainment center.
   i'm a bit too choosy about what coat to wear. you want to know my mood, check my coat. today i'm wearing my homeless guy coat.
2. a pile of unopened mail
   it's all bills, collection agencies, bench warrants and family reunion crap... also a sympathy card AND christmas card from the vets who cremated my cat recently. though they are separate cards they arrived on the same day.
3. a computer
   one that doesn't work. one that has been overloaded time and time again with more porn than a pc can handle. none of this loading was done by me either because i would have found more like this picture
4. many pairs of shoes
5. yarn
   i'm currently making an ugly afghan. it's not a putdown, it's the color scheme.

i know that this really didn't deserve complaining but it's cold outside. i know that home isn't going to feel much rosier. perhaps ramen will help?