I have maybe started a post 8 times. I either getting distracted or giving up. I'm going to post something, dammit!

Alright so I haven't been doing a lot lately. Maybe that's why I can't get a post done. I'm so glad that the weather has cooled down. It's about 50 degrees. It's amazing. I love Autumn. It makes me so happy. The only think I haven't enjoyed about it is the joint pain from the weather change. Pain on top of stress.

So... Stress. Buying this house is stupid. I guess it wouldn't be if I were more into it. I was ultra motivated for it early in the year. When no one took action, I lost interest and now that other people want to get it done, I'm just being carried along in the current. For being dragged along, I'm tired of it. I think that if I hadn't already given him away, the mortgage broker would ask for my first born child. Buh. I can't wait for it to JUST BE DONE.

I felt really odd the other day. The mortgage people want my divorce decree. I had to call Jordan and ask him to get his ass in gear with the fucking divorce shit. I had to tell him to go to my house and find my tax papers and whatever he needs, and when he said he would, I fucking thanked him. *facepalm*

At work they changed the overtime capabilities, which is good for me. It used to be an employee had to be meeting her stats to be allowed to work OT. Which is shitty. It has changed that one now just has to be in good standing. I can work and exhaust myself again and have some money! Hooray!

I had dinner with Blair last night. I don't understand several things about our friendship. Mainly why we have one. She must love me, and who could blame her. She wants to spend a lot of time with me. I really am not comfortable in overly social. I also have no money, I can't afford to eat, let alone go out and have beers or eat at restaurants. I finally said that we could go to dinner with her last night. We got to the bar around six. I told her around 7 that I would like to get home and mow the yard before it got dark. I wasn't going to have the chance on the normal person's weekend, as Saturday is my Monday. Well, I then sat and watched her talk and drink half of a beer for the next hour. God Damn, she has no respect for anyone else's wants or schedules. It was dark before I left the bar, and she was pissed that I was frustrated. If it was just once that she did this, that would be one thing, but it's not. It's every fucking time. I do like her, or I did at one point. I'm just so tired of her. I don't want to answer her texts, I don't want to see her, I don't want to talk to her. Am I going to have to friend break up with her?