Of missing work because I don't have a car. My stress levels have been through the roof for weeks, months, because we've been without a car and have been financially unable to rectify the issues. Physically, it is drivable. But it needs insurance, it needs plates, and it needs an inspection. And money has been so tight, especially since hours are being cut and we lost our food stamps, that we haven't be able to afford much of anything, let alone shit for the car.

I'm honestly surprised I haven't been sprouting greys... If it weren't for the african-american and native american blood, I think I would be. Gabrielle has been. Quite a few, actually.

It's just so... I guess I'm frustrated. And angry. I cannot lose my job. If I do, we are all three of us very fucked. I'm terrified...