one day at a time
i'm sick of the rampant disorganization in my life. i feel like i cant handle anything, not even mundane things. i'm totally broke and i dont know how it happened. it frustrating. i thought i had everything handled too, but thats just not the case. oh well, i suppose someone will save me. i'll just have to make a few phone calls. i need my mommy. how is it that december and january are so fucking expnsive. well, i know how, it just seems insane. everything is a mess all of the time too. Miranda and i have been doing the dishes regualrly, she's been totally fabulous about it. becky thinks that by piling all the dishes in the sink she has done her share of "cleaning". i have to write a short story and a short essay this weekend. i just want all this shit to go away. blargh. its just stress, things coming up out of the blue and the like. i need to be more organized.