angry

So my room-mate – who is out of a job for almost a year, has massive medical bills coming, and has been relying heavily on me while I watch my spending to prepare for the next disaster – bought a TV yesterday.

He wasn’t even supposed to be out of the house since he spent the last two weeks in the hospital.  But our neighbor was running some errands and invited him along.   And the TV was on sale.

So, that makes it okay somehow.   And we now have 5 TV’s in the apartment.

I’m so tired of being the safety net for bad decisions.  And I’m tired of being angry all the time.

Just this morning, I was clearing out the spam comments on my blog and felt a surge of anger when one of the spammers commented on the spelling errors in my posts.

Now, they don’t really know if I’ve spelled things wrong in any post.  They don’t know me or know anything about my blog and what I write.  But for just a moment, I wanted to track them down and smack them with a dictionary.    Which actually works on a couple levels since most spam is rife with misspellings anyway.

A few weeks ago, my room-mate had suggested that I be the one to move out.   A foolish idea on his part, but last night I told him that I was going to start looking for a place.

Part of me hates leaving him to the fate he made for himself.   And part of me is desperate to get out of that increasingly emotionally toxic environment.   Right in the middle of that – and I’m sick to my stomach.

Well, at least the Halloween costume is coming along well.