Not So Cool

So, I've now joined Facebook and Twitter, besides MySpace. And yet, I'm just not, well, together enough for any of it. You know, hence the name, Ms. Not Together. And I don't get nearly enough online time. That was the one great thing about the Cendant Years, the constant internet time. Of course, that was also why I was fired. Not that it had anything to do with job performance. My job performance sucked because the job itself had sucked my very soul very nearly away. Anyway, I like Myspace because I can blog on it. Facebook and Twitter I haven't really got the point of yet.

Anyhoo, the Hubby, got sick over the weekend. Hacking and coughing and hocking up disguting lugies. He tells me he's spitting up blood (ew), but no, he doesn't need to see a doctor. Now it's Wednesday morning and he says, I need to go to the doctor. His doctor was full but he got in pretty quick to a collegue. Kinda freaked her out when he told her he wants to die. Anyway, yeah, it's pneumonia. And he was just a hair's breadth away from the hospital. Well, he's still kind of a hair's breadth away. To me he seems better that yesterday. So maybe the highpowered antibiotics will knock it out.

I TurboTaxed my taxes last week. OUCH! I do pay for last year's bounty. I did save some money expressly for paying my due, it just turns out I didn't save quite enough. However, if I use some of the Honda hail damage money, we'll be ok. Of course that means we'd have to put off repairing the Honda hail damage, which we technically don't have the money for anyway, since we have a $1,000 deductible. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. I have lots and no money. Oh well, que sera, sera.

What the Hell....

Just what the hell am I supposed to do?! Grovel at the Hubby's feet, looking up adoringly, vapid smile on my face, breathlessly waiting for his next order?! Am I not supposed to have a mind of my own?! I am NOT a STEPFORD WIFE (creepy original movie, not stupid remake)! Can't I be my own person, and be loved as such? Damn.

Well, I got that off my chest. I wish... no forget that. Wishing's useless, you know it's not going to happen. I'd just like to get out of the house, do something other than go to work (not to knock it, so far it's life saver - even though I'm just a cashier at Wally World). I feel soooo alone.