What's the Point?

Wednesday, Oct. 20, 2004 at 6:16 a.m.

Oy. Yesterday was not a good day. I got up and just decided I was sick of trying to be in a good mood, screw it. Some days it is such a struggle, why bother? Hubby and I weren't getting along and that situation trailed on all day into last night when he was home. I guess I should just give up trying there too.

I just don't see what the point of getting out of bed is, some days. It's like one thing goes wrong and everything falls apart. I'm running late, the cat pukes all over the floor, I spill something, I forget half my things at home, forget to take my birth control, am tired...and that's how my mornings go. I just don't feel like dragging my butt out of bed anymore.

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