Work.
Sleep.
Work.
Sleep.
Stress.
Work.
Sleep.
Stress some more.
My life is so beautiful right now.

I'm in this huge, deep, slide downward. Constant cloud. When it isn't storming.

If I don't work like this, I will never have things the way they need to be. Because of all the stupid decisions/mistakes about money that I have made.

And honestly, work-at a level 3 labor and delivery is actually less stressful than home right now.

Staying with mom not so much fun. Not going so well. But money is the only thing that is going to get me out of it.

So work, work, work.

The yard is clean, we did everything the city inspector told us to do. I don't know if he came yesterday or not. Actually the yard makes me feel good. Its so clean.

It kinda feels good to be doing radical reconstructive surgery on the house. Almost time to paint. Then carpet. That is if I work. And maybe buy a brand new shiny fridge.

I guess its good for me that lots of people are having lots of sex and making lots of babies. Lots of work for Barb.

I'm sleep deprived. Can you tell?

They put me on blood pressure medicine for my BP of 161/111 last week. And its making me tired. All.....the.....time.

I can't wait to crash in 3 hours. I'm fantasizing about it.