I woke up to ****ing chaos. Things. Stuff. I'm calling to find out how much left I have on my phone bill, they tell me it's $650. My lower lip kinda trembled at that...but the guy I talked to was extremely friendly, and arranged if I can pay what's actually left of the fee, the extra 400 on there that's a cancellation fee will be dropped. I thought that was pretty damn neat of him.

Then I went to do some errands. In the daylight, because I don't see much daylight. I don't sleep anymore though because insomnia is back with a vengeance (again).

My truck, not a week out of the ****ing shop, is broken.

Again.

I was pissed. Where did I get stranded? ****ing Wal-mart. Of ALL places. Luckily I actually know some people now, and the problem was resolved. The problem with it is some cheap part that should have been replaced while he was getting fixed but was forgotten.

So I felt better about that too. So it was BAM! STRESS! but then it was okay. I have Morgan now. It's okay.

Really, it's okay.