May 8 2002

First, I figure I can install my new car stereo before work, but I ran out of time, so I run late, and it's raining, and I forgot my hat so my head's wet, and I haven't heard from Andrea since Saturday, and I haven't gotten child support for last month yet, and then I'm late for work, and then I get scolded for being behind on my work, and it's so frustrating, and I'm just pissed.

When I dropped Destiny off at daycare, I asked her, "you know I'm not mad at you, right?" She responded immediately, "yes, I know." "Do you know why I'm upset?" "You're mad at all the..."

And she left a long pause, before ending with "...stuff." Kindergartners know those words, the ones she almost said during the long pause. The words I rarely use, but said a few in frustration earlier this morning. If she had used one of those words, I probably would have laughed, but still "stuff" seems more appropriate.

It is just stuff. Considering all I've been through, weighing the other possible bad things which could be going on, this "stuff" isn't all that bad.