Trying to connect the dots in a way that doesn't leave me destitute and homeless. My schedule is changing back to Saturday through Tuesdays - now, I'd thought that since the change away from that schedule brought no small amount of grief, the change back to it would be welcomed. This is not the case. But, life goes on.

What has me concerned is that no matter how I try to organize my money, I'm not making enough. Flat out, within a few months I will be completely broke - and this doesn't include finding someone to watch Elizabeth on the Saturdays and Sundays that I work.

It's a crushing weight; I can literally feel shoulders pulled down. And it's a specific feeling - it's not a typical depression, or stress. This is an ominous sludge that I can't help but walk through. It's like I can feel it pulling me along and into its maw. I know of two moments in my life that I've felt this before, and if they're any indication... well, something wicked this way comes. Do I think I'm psychic? No, of course not.

Spent the past weekend with my father and brother and Amy (or is it Aimee?) in the far north. Brought Elizabeth with us because she would be spending the next few days with Papaw and Nanna (the designated nicknames for her paternal grandparents). We surprised Dad with a Blu-Ray player and The Dark Knight, and for those who may have missed it, I take it back, I was wrong, movies in HD are god damned sexy. Now, the gift I was expecting was the Logitech G15 keyboard, and I'm very happy with it. I'm also very happy for my Dr. Pepper pajama bottoms, which are full of win.

I love tax season.