I spent most of my day avoiding my boss, grinding my teeth, and worrying. I am having serious doubts. Nothing comes out of the oven the way I want it to. I'm not going to write a novel about my job though, because while doing 9 loads of laundry, I journaled a lot, and really realized something that I have always felt, but seemed to have forgotten.
I work to live, not live for work. That's that.
After I picked up Doug from work, we went and did massive amounts of laundry, which was awesome. Then went to the grocery store, only went $1.19 over budget, came home and ate quesadillas and watched family guy. It was really nice to be productive and responsible.
I think it's bedtime.