Stress mess or Tex Mex?
I've got the annual bonus program, wage increase implementation, and a potential strike at work, and at home, a new roommate to find. It never rains, but it pisses poor on ya. Not much I can do about the extra workload, but as for finding a new roommate, I am going to just make the minimum payments on my credit cards this month, and make sure I have enough to cover Brandon's half of the rent. Not the preferred avenue, but it puts my worry wart prone mind at ease.
I saw a woman on the street today with a puppy dog umbrella. That is, it had these painted, realistic looking puppies painted all over it, with those dead black eyes. Gross.
I fidget a lot. People who see me probably think I'm a crackhead.