This time of the year is supposed to be happy, right? I should be in a good mood, enjoying the spirit of the holiday, yadda, yadda, yadda. Sigh. I'm not. I just can't get into it this year. The problems just keep piling on and I'm not sure how to stop. I will admit, most are my own fault. If I was better at managing my money I wouldn't be in the mess I'm in credit wise. If I didn't have such a horrible temper I wouldn't have snapped at Bob, my editor and one of my co-workers at job #2 yesterday. Sigh. Lately I just feel like I've fallen into this pit and the more I try to climb out of it the more stuff falls in on me.

I just can't seem to win for trying. Tonight Bob, Room mate Marti and I are going to exchange gifts. If it were up to me we'd just do it and that would be it. I could go back to doing my laundry, writing my obit story and talking to my advisor for Mary Kay, Tina. Instead they planned a big dinner and large thing around it. Bah humbug.

Sigh

Generally I try to be in a good mood but today it just isn't happening. Thank god tomorrow is New Year's Eve. I can drink my bottle of wine, wave 2003 good-bye and pray like never before that 2004 will be just a little bit better. It can't get any worse.