I've Got A Bad Case Of The Angries

I'm so sick of things lately. The heat, which is just as bad as the cold and snow, the grocery shopping, the bill paying, EVERYTHING.

I have a ginormous chip on my shoulder right now.

I haven't enjoyed music in a long time, other than the Gordon Lightfoot concert and that is pretty much a given.

I keep thinking about all the plans I had for this summer and I'm not going to get to do any of them. I wanted to go swimming at the lake in Bedford or one of the other state parks. I wanted to go to Ohiopyle. Somewhere! Anywhere!

I have a doctor's appointment on Friday that will cost me about $800 - $900 and my insurance won't pay it as I haven't met my deductible yet. And we wonder about health care in this country. Its not that affordable health care isn't there, its just that the affordable shit doesn't do you any good if you end up with problems.

ARGH!

I'm wound so tight right now if I let myself go I'll be a whirling dirvish. (sp)

I'm Ready To Open A Can Of Whoopass!

Ok, my old gym is still taking money from me even though my contract ended in March. I opened the bill from the Cemetery Association for the estate planning I'm taking care of for my family and somewhere either a payment didn't get applied or I forgot during my father's illness and ARGH!

I'm just sick sick sick of all this bullshit.

My question is why wasn't it on any of my other bills about the missed payment?

Grrrr.

That's just sucked all the energy out of me for the day, because I'm totally consumed with being so freaking mad that I could spit.

Just once I'd like some of this shit to happen during the week, when I could actually call someone and get things taken care of without having to wait and wait til Monday.

Just a few more hours of seething rage to deal with. If you need me, I'll be under a rock, trying to keep myself under control