grrrrrr...

I should be trying to sleep, but instead I'm sitting here worrying about what my problem is. You see, I'm fine all week; a few mood swings here and there but nothing real serious usually. Then Sunday rolls around and I fall into this serious funk that usually ends up with me pissed off at Steve for absolutely no freakin reason. Then I get pissed at myself for being pissed at Steve and, well, I can't think of a Sunday I haven't cried in over a month. You'd think, what with Sunday being the one day a week we sit and do nothing, I should be well-rested, relaxed, in a good mood, you know, happy. What is wrong with me??!!

If you're one of the 2 people who read this and made it this far, I apologize for whining...I just needed to get this off my chest...again. :-/