Caution: read this as if you don’t mind lack of coherence. That said, I think I’m on beer #4 and probably shouldn’t be drinking and writing. If you’ve read any previous posts, don’t worry, I think this is the cheapest beer you can buy.
Anyway, I’ve been drinking off a little steam, I guess. It’s been another day in the life and we’re still in the same predicament. We have managed to stem some spending, but financial recovery is obviously not an overnight event. Just look at our nation’s current economical state.
So, I sit here tonight trying to figure out if this is this fourth beer or if I just cracked open the fifth (that’s right, folks, they’re cans). That’s not a good sign, in fact, I think that qualifies as “binge drinking” according to those college seminars…amazing I can still type and form sentences with my clothes on.
And the point of all of this is that I’m just feeling a little stressed. This has been my running theme, so no surprises here. Add to the normal money problems, two young and (adorably, usually) demanding children, the norms of suburban married life, starting and attempting to run your own business — yada, yada, yada, huh? But, like I said, add to this the news that my grandmother may have Hodgkin’s, and I feel the breakdown coming on.
Maybe I’ll just be Scarlett O’Hara tonight — and worry about it tomorrow. For now, I guess I have a cheap beer to pour out and a warm bed (thankfully) to climb into. We all have our issues to deal with. I wish you all luck with yours, and I’ll take mine as they come.
