dthc

In other news,
work is a little better, sex life is on an upswing, starting to sort everything wedding out, and Telims came to visit.

I work.
it defines what I do to the point that I don't have time to be anything else.
Up 7:30, at work by 8, home by 8.
But it's more complicated than that.
And that's my daily grind.
Or at least it should be.

The schedule changes on a daily basis.
The loud staff members that everyone likes, don't like me.
Every teacher on staff that I like either quits or
screams directly into my face for long enough that I don't like them anymore. ...

So, in case you haven't heard, Bret's in the hospital. We got into a car accident while we were out trying to shake of the death of his grandfather. His spleen is ruptured and he has a sacral fracture. What the fuck is going on? Seriously. I'm sick of this shit happening day in and day out.

P.S.
My neck hurts.

I am going through a transitory period as of right now. For awhile everything was complete crap. Things were looking up when we won the honeymoon, but not anymore.
Reasons:
1. Plane tickets are $600/each.
2. We'd have to get Bret a passport to go.
3. Bret can't even get state ID, so he can't get a passport.

Now we're getting to the poop part. See, you need an ID to get married. So, the wedding we're planning isn't going to happen. At all. And that $700 ...