Currently, about 6. But when my anger and anxiety about lack of income and dwindling savings is front and center, I soar to abt nine. Ten is tough, but I am approaching accepting that I am almost fated to be unlucky and be cursed with malevolent sociopaths around me. It's uncanny how those demonic archetypes follow and manifest regardless of distance and number of different people. It's just something completely out of Night Gallery or Stephen King. God, if it exists, is a goddamn psycho sadist. I'll be drinking my eggnog as a chaser to N, thanks.