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Stumped

Well.  So much for that.

When I wrote my post this morning, I anticipated being able to report that I had dealt well with my list -- if not everything finished, at least several hard tasks done.

Instead, task #1 blew up my entire plan by forcing me to look at my bank account, when I discovered I'm overdrawn.  That's when I went away and sobbed for an hour.  I'm done.  I can't cope with this, and I can't cope with anything else in the face of it.

I hate money.  I can't even say the word in my head right now without swearing.  ?!@#$% money.  Nothing makes me hate life more than this, and nothing makes me hate myself more either.