Well, let's see here....things definately got a hell of a lot worse before they got better...I actaully don't feel like talking about it, maybe at a later date. I do need a destress day which I will be taking tomorrow. I'm hoping that it will be sunny so I can drive to the mini beach off of sixth street and get some type of centering time. And to top things off, one of Michael's fuckin skeezbag friends stole a check and wrote it at walmart for $220, but that's ok, cause we'll be pressing charges tomorrow and he will be going to jail. And he's in the military, so he will get in trouble with them as well, and walmart may press charges against him. So basically the bastard will fry! Yeah! Kinda makes up for me not breaking Michael's window that night to beat him up. There has been so much going on, it's kind of hard to think straight sometimes. I've started keeping a journal in my purse that I can write it whenever I feel the need to vent. Michael saw it the other day and asked to read it and I asked him to respect my privacy and to let me have that to myself. He wasn't happy about it, but he understood. I let him read the previous entry that is private because he asked, I told him I didn't want him to because it would show him truly how angry I was. Well the entry was private because I didnt want him to see it, but now that he has, I guess I will take the block off so you can all see. I may eventually delete it because there is just so much hate and anger. It's not healthy to keep that around. Well that's all for now, I think I'm off to bed, or something. I've been exhausted here recently (imagine that), last night I fell asleep while Michael was in the shower and like two nights before that I fell asleep in the middle of a massage. I think this is my body's way of bitching at me. Last weekend, between Friday and Monday I got a total of nine hours and then for the week following I think I got maybe 20....yeah, I think I just may have a reason to be tired.