Why can’t it be Friday?

Still behind on my notes so no bonus for me.  Sigh.  Easy come easy go right?

I have to get my son at night now as he started a different job.  I feel asleep trying to stay awake to get him.  He called and woke me up.  I felt so bad.  Thankfully we don’t live far away but because I knew he was sitting outside at night waiting for me the drive there felt like forever. Guilt is a bitch.

My vehicle is fixed though they didn’t know why it acted up so they put in two thermostats and hope that fixes issue. 

I’m trying hard to not buy something I don’t need right now.  I want it bad though.  I can’t afford it right now and it makes me want to be reckless.

I just don’t know about life right now.  I’m in a funk I know.  Some eternal rut. I’m holding on to hope.

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