POP

So, we had to go and get a new licence plate for the car yesterday, but first we had to pass an emissions test. We failed. Tomorrow we have to go to the mechanic and God knows how much it will cost to fix it so we can pass the test.

Then we hadn't heard from our new about-to-be-roommates yet even though they have to be out of their place in 5 days so Paul called them today and they said 'oh, we're not sure we're gonna move in'. This is after they practically begged because they had no place to go and we were so utterly thrilled because we can't pay the hospital bills withough some extra money.

A bunch of other crappy stuff happened too and when Paul called about the roommates something in me just went 'click' and I no longer cared. Atlanta is eating us up and spitting us out. And I don't care anymore. I'm done. I'm not sad about it or happy or mad or calm, I just don't care anymore. I'm tired of making decisions and plans and having them not work out. I'm scared that I have heart disease or God knows what else and now I'm done.

Ta-Da! I honestly don't know if this is a good thing, if I've 'let go and let God' as we Christians are fond of saying, or if I just snapped into a nervous breakdown - but I don't care anymore. Something has to be done about our lives but I've done everything I can. Now its in the hands of somebody else.