Hamlet had it right.

Alright, here's the story: With all the problems I've been having at work, I've been feeling suicidal. Wednesday around 2 I got a call from a guy who became extreemly personally insulting. Insulting my inteligence, morals, sexual behavior and swearing a lot. I decided that I couldn't take it anymore, told my boss I was leaving and walked out.

I was again, scaring myself with thoughts of self-harm, so I went straight to my doctor who referred me to a psycologist, upped my mess dose and told me to take a few days off work.

I called work, left a message about what was going on, that I would be back Monday, packed up my cat and my car an headed out of town.

Thursday morning I got a call from work telling me I'd been fired.

So now, here I am, 200 miles from home, no job, dwindling cash, and no idea what to do next. I feel like Hamlet. To be, or not to be, indeed.