WTC

What the Crap?

This is what I think all of the time -- and it's a silly saying -- and a little rough at that. But what the crap am I thinking? What the crap am I going to do? What the crap am I SUPPOSED to do? I need to get a new saying to run through my head.

Anyway - I keep thinking about my pending move back to Utah and I think - who does this? Move - without a job? give up a good job for a maybe? Give up my house? I LOVE my home! What am I thinking? I'm beginning to think I'm not sane - or I'm scared - probably a bit of both.

Life just throws test after test after test your way. Well, I have to be honest. I'm not liking life and it's tests right now. Frankly, they suck.

Okay, that's it for now - I need to get back to bed. I'm not focused - I'm not getting any work done. I think I'll sleep for a couple more hours and then get up again.

Quinn has an audition today and Amelia has school - dance, of course, later.

Nighty, night.... or should I say, Good Morning?