Why? Why am I such a bitch? I overreact to things all of the time. Scotty came home probably about 20 minutes after I posted the last entry. I wanted to be mad at Scott, but then I found out that his mom gave him the money for the box spring. She specifically gave him the money to buy exactly that.

Ok, fine. But then he comes in all excited, with lots of food, because he wants to cook dinner. Fine. Then he busts out with these brownies he bought for dessert. Fine. The he says he went to the video store and paid MY late fee while he was there. Fine. Then he asks me if I am depressed, because I seem very down today.

Gah. The boy is so fucking sweet, it is impossible to look at him and be mad.

I hate when they do that.

Fucker.

Clearly I just wanted to be mad because I am sick and cranky and bitchy. But, that in no way takes away from the fact that I am aggravated about the electric bill and I want my money.