Y5 D132

7:30 in the morning and I am already stressed out. Not a good sign. I hate bills and money and everything that comes along with them. I seriously finally understand all the times X2 would get on me about money and being more careful with what we are spending, when we are spending it, and trying to get ahead. I swear I don't want to leave the house for the next week but even then I still will have money going out. How fucked up is that? I can lock myself away for a week and STILL would be stressing out about this. I am tired of taking care of four people on a one person's income. I am tired of my bosses not giving me a raise for the last two years. I need to find something new where I get real raises and bonuses. I can't keep going on like this. I am about to lose it. I have been trying so fucking hard to get ahead and yet I am still getting dragged under every fucking day. I have a hard drive that is crapping out on me, I have too much shit right now. It's starting to affect my sleep too. I had the worse time last night trying to sleep. It doesn't help that B stayed up until after 1 reading even though I tried going to sleep at 10:30. Plus I was already pissed off because I asked her to try and watch one lousy fucking show and she spent the whole time tweeting about how much she was hating it. Excuse me for not enjoying stupid television like you do. Pardon me for wanting my television to not include dancing, singing, or idiots. How about we never watch anything again together? That would make things so much easier wouldn't it? You watch your crap shows and I will watch mine and never the twain shall meet.

Spent the day on calls and webinars and calls and meetings. Longest fucking day ever it felt like. This whole week has dragged and next week won't be any better because I am going to be stressed the entire time. After working I made dinner - fish tacos and tater tots. We decided to get yogurt afterwards and I made B pay for mine.

That's it. That's the whole of my day. I was supposed to go to a charity zombie pub crawl event but I didn't want to spend the gas, the time, or the money to do it. That would have really fucked me up. Not to mention I would have been in an even worse mood because I would be kicking myself in the ass for going.

Fuck I am in a lousy mood.