I am so frustrated with stuff. Everything seems so “bad” yet … it shouldn’t. It’s not anything but misery with getting things done, allergies, more misery that finally goes away only to find negative numbers in bank account, trying to get things straightened out not working, makes me feel like life is dull grey, though I’m not depressed. I’m mad.
Trying to move to a new bank. It’s difficult, takes time, as everyone everywhere knows. I have enough patience, but it’s trying to jump through the hoops in the right order, arranging the hoops for special easier jumping too, and doing it, then hitting failure on the other side of the wall, not the new side, the old side.
Ugh.
I’m just in a never ending waiting pattern, it seems like. “Wasting my time, in the waiting line …” that song goes through my head so often.
Plans for what to do and make things work and when to this or that are all flat now. Thanksgiving is coming, my daughter’s birthday the day after that, then a month until Christmas. I was OK with it all until today. Now it’s totally messed up. AUGH!!!!!!!
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