Story of my life. I swear... it been an emotional rollercoaster for me. I stress about everything, all the time. I stress about money (who doesn't) and I stress about when my husband gets out of bed. I stress about what time he goes to sleep. I stress about rent. I stress when I don't have anything to stress over. I get worried when things get too good. Not that they have been lately.

But I am once again up because I just found out that Slippy's unemployment went through. We should receive the check in time to pay rent, and we will even have a little left over. Am I stressing over this? Of course! I am worried that the check won't get here on time. Dammit. I hate worrying.

On to other things... I had a pretty decent weekend. Slippy and I joined Crackbaby over a friend's house last night for a barbeque. It was good. At first, I was a little annoyed. I was tired and the music was so loud that I couldn't talk to anyone. So, I sat silently against the wall and observed. Slippy took this to mean that I was pissed off, which I was not! So, he asked if I wanted to go home and I told him no. I didn't want to ruin his fun, and I told him that. Well he stressed out over this for a while until we finally had a talk about it. I think all of us are a little on-edge lately. There was really no reason for last night to turn into the scene it did, even though it was only in front of Crackbaby.