Sweet zombie jeebus

I'm sure it would be possible for me to feel shittier than I do right now. In fact, I know I could feel worse - I could have meningitis. But knowing that I could feel worse doesn't make the fact that I feel like crap any better or easier. We've had drama over money, checks, food, booze - everything but the kitchen sink. No, come to think of it, we've had Dishes Not Getting Done Properly dramz, too. So, yeah, drama about everything including the kitchen sink. I know this is an adjustment period for everyone - a woman who's essentially lived on her for thirty years and a couple who rate pretty damn high on the Leave Me The Fuck Alone scale. Add on fraidy cat who runs if you look at him funny and one who thinks the world was made for her to sleep on, and you have a made for sitcom household.

And I still have a sinus infection.