Shoulda stayed home shootin the breeze all day..

2010 pretty much sucks. 80% of it has mostly just been boring and day by day, 40 hour weeks, and nothing special. The other 20% has been shit.
First of all...  January, moms house burned down and honey died. She had to stay in a hotel for 6 or 7 months with none of her things.
March I finally got to fly home and see the devastation. My home, the place I grew up in for 18 years, was a black, smelly, filthy shell of destruction. Everything was black, everything melted, and completely ruined.  
April, my sister came to California to visit me. She had only been there about a day or 2. I went to work each morning for about 4 hours while she was still sleeping. Towards the end of the week, I was sitting at my desk and it was about 7 am and I get a phone call from my grandmother. I knew already something wasn't good.
Mom had a heart attack....  She was in the hospital and they said she was okay and would maybe need surgery. I left work and went home after only being there about an hour. I told Hill and Kyle what was going on and we just sat there talking about it. Hill was gonna get on a plane the next day anyway to go home. I bought a ticket for the same day Hill flew home, just a few hours later. It was an overnight flight and I got there around 10am and got a ride straight to the hospital. I stuck around for a few days before I had to fly back.
Then in July or so, all kinds of crap started happening. A co-worker of my sisters was killed by her crazy boyfriend. She was shot in a car in the parking lot, then he shot himself.
Then someone else from her work had a friend who passed away in their sleep for no reason.
After that, my neighbor from back home died. He had several medical issues and was getting quite old.
Then some psycho in Manchester got fired from his job for stealing. So he went into his work, and shot and killed 8 people, then himself.
Also my friend had found her ex boyfriend's body after he had committed suicide.
And the last thing was my cousins grandfather had passed away.
All of this happened this year, and no really good things happened to balance any of this out. It's just been bad news after bad news after bad news.
Then of course I had to go and be stupid and get myself 7 stitches.

Then on top of all this, the thoughts and planning of moving home is killing me. I bite Kyle's head off almost everyday for no reason. Probably cause I'm anxious to go home, and mad at myself cause I know I'm gonna ruin so much shit for him.
I'm worried I'm gonna get home and not find a job, then maybe miss the convenient life I have here and regret the move. But in March I was SOOOOOO sure that this is EXACTLY what I wanted. So I don't know what the fuck is right. I'm still shooting for November. And I NEED to somehow set up a job.

 What a day, what a day
Shoulda stayed home shootin the breeze all day
Close your eyes from, no sleep this week
Tap your heals home, then fall alseep....