Last night Joe and I had a really big fight. Sean had just arrived at the door and so unfortunately he was around for about half of it. I felt really bad about wasting his time but what I felt worse about was the fight. I hate fighting with him, and over something so stupid.

I've just been rattled all day, first with the fight before bed, then having my bank account dip into the red, and finally just trying to shed some pounds before the 22nd. It'll be really good to see these pay checks hit the bank and relax.

RELAX!!