Tired, sick, broke. Car sounds funny, kid’s tooth maybe messed up, bills all piled up.
Pisses me off. I’m not exactly living high on the hog, here. (by which I mean–I don’t have a bad mortgage, don’t have a new car, and my weekend in the next state is the only getaway of the year. Why am I so broke, if I’m doing exactly what the Republicans say will get me through?)