Frustrated. That's a good word to describethe way I feel right now. Backed into a corner. I never asked for this shit, it just is, and I am the one who it has shit upon.
Deal, bubba. Lots of people have it worse than you.
Yeah, well fuck you and your monkey, dickwad. I'm not lots of people. I'm me, and I get to feel frustrated and vent about it.
I'm behind in bills. I need to get shit together and write a buttload of checks.
I need to clean out the upstairs room where Sasha stayed, vaccuum it and get the crap out of it.
I need to clean out the Room Where No One Walks and move the bed upstairs, so I can move the old TV in there and prep it for becoming the new edit bay.
I need to get the shed cleared out and reorganize it so I can store stuff better.
I need to clear out basement space and move the big tools back inside.
And that's got to be done before Omegacon.
Tonight I'm pouring concrete.