Things are getting' hairy. I don't mean on me, personally. Work is sucking. I'm totally in a rut. You've probably heard me say this before, but this time I really mean it. I wonder if I made more money I'd be able to take all the crap in stride. Probably not though.

I'm also creating a little panic and depression for myself. The Honey and I have decided we want to sell our hovel and move into something a little more upscale. The stress of trying to figure out how to pretty up a hovel is beginning to wear on me. I keep thinking, "we were stupid enough to buy this place, but will anyone else be?"