Hell, I'm sick. Stomach ache. Couldn't sleep last night. Finally, I get a goddamn day off. About time. Shit, summer has been just flying by and all I've been doing is working and saving money.

Oh yeah, there is no baby.

Freak'n drove me crazy for awhile. Lots of mixed emotions and shit. And I get it...IT'LL ALL WORK OUT IN THE END. Mom kept saying it again and again.

I didn't give Kate the satisfation of seeing me cry. And I know, right now you probably think I'm a stupid fuck to get all suckered in to the matter.

Its like this, I'm beginning to really think the female brain is one cold hearted system. And all they care about is new furniture, new clothes and the fact they don't believe you do shit around the house.

Kate got a fulltime job. But the thing is, its nothing she majored in. She got on at the city as some secretary which totally blows my mind when all this time all she could focus on were those damn classes she was taking in library science. And she's not even going to go into that now. Evidently.

Maybe things will cool down once school starts. But I doubt it. We're trying to save up for a house. Which is like, "Where in the hell you been? This is no time to be thinking about buying a damn house." Well, by the time we save up enough, maybe it will be a good time.

Damn, the world is in such a hot headed crisis. Its just crazy. I don't even want to watch the news.

I had a panic attack in Wal-Mart. I thought all this crap was going to fall on me. I couldn't breathe, but somehow I keep going.

I guess I better try to repaint the dining room table. Kate wants everything cottage white now. We found an old chest of drawers, somebody threw out. I'm gonna make shelves out of them. Actually, a mini entertainment center. Cause our tv ain't all that big.

Its just trying to find the time to do it.

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