I actually had a prety good day yesterday. But I wake up this morning feeling sad and on the verge of tears… for no reason I can think of. I guess that makes me “clinically” depressed, which is rare for me.
I’m really stressed out — my bank seems to think I have about $250 that is not in my figures, and there are no math errors on my part. I am sure if I spent the “extra” money they would find it and I would be that far in the hole again, but there is so much needed and it’s hard to say no.
I need to write a letter in support of my sweetie’s disability claim. I know it would hurt her like hell to read it, and hope she never does. But I have to write it first.
Guess that’s enough for now.