I try to be "correct" in this blog, but at this point I don't care anymore.

FUCK!!!!

I am to the point of laughing because, really, what's left to do? On top of everything else, now we have a septic problem AGAIN. I got a plumber out here today to take care of what we thought was a clog, but it seems now like our drain field is shot. WTF!! I'm reminded, once again, of my friend's quote, "I've never met anyone like you guys; If you didn't have bad luck, then you'd have none at all." Seriously!!! Ian is sick, I have to go back to work next week, I don't know if something I'm waiting to hear about is going to pan out or not, I am still furious at my husband because he just doesn't GET IT, (plus the fact that he can't do squat about anything. Sure, I'm home so I don't mind, but can you participate a little bit? Huh? Can you pick up the phone and handle one problem without making me feel like a twit in the process?). Pile it on, pile it on... I'm still standing up so I must be able to shoulder some more crap.

I can't decide if I want to meditate or drink.