Today was a pretty good day until about 7 p.m. I went to work and I was just doing some maintenance type cleaning around the store...well then I kinda got into a dispute with a co-worker of mine that I really like and get along with pretty well. Well we disolved that issue and Michael suprised me by coming up to eat lunch with me since he got off of work early. Well when I got home we wrestled around for a while (one of our favorite past times). And everything was going good until I hopped online to see how much money we had in our checking account to see if we could budget in a pizza for tonight's dinner only to find out that not only did we not have enough money but we also might not be able to pay one of our bills that is due next week bc he is spending money and not telling me where and when so I can keep the checkbook balanced...so of course that started WW3 between us. I went downstairs to watch a movie and he followed and sat in the big comfy recliner (which is where one of us sits when we are arguing and the other has already laid claims on the couch). Well at the end of the movie I look up to see him asleep in the chair and I try to get him to go to bed, but of course, he just stays in the chair (I can't really blame him for falling asleep though bc he has really long days and I know he's tired at night). Well I watch another movie and about an hour of t.v. and decide that I need to try to go to bed so I can get up and go to the gym before I go to work in the morning so I get him up. I try to talk to him about what happened but that was useless bc he was still for the most part asleep. All I could do was lay there and cry and I finally told his sleeping self, "You know what makes me angry? The fact that you can lay there and sleep without any problem after we have had a fight while I stay awake for hours wondering what happened and how can I fix it. And then I get even angrier the longer I stay awake bc that is less sleep that I am gettting for my very busy day." So I got up and here I am...but you know what? Talking to an old friend in the wee hours of the morning sure does help. Thanks Aaron...your friendship means a lot to me...sometimes I'm still amazed that we stayed friends throughout the years and all of the moves I've done. You are a wonderful person and I feel truly blessed to have you in my life (even if it is only by the comps).