The wallpaper is still on the walls, the house is still a mess, i still pull me hair out, the p.m. still does whatever the hell she wants, and i still am bitchier than ever.

funny story - monday credit card company called. I've been "preauthorized" for a personal, unsecured l.o.c. for up to 7k...wtf? i dont work for money....this is slavery, but the hours are worse...so i told her i dont work - which apparently means unemployed - so it would "be perfect for times like these to have available funds" - no thanks, go sell crazy somewhere else...but I should have said "sounds great, send me a cheque!"