You know how some weeks start bad and get worse? That's what this week is for me. I'm so ready for Friday I can hardly breathe. Okay I can breathe and that's being melodramatic. I'm not curled up in a corner with a paper bag at my mouth or anything but Friday cannot come soon enough. None of it is big enough to mean anything after a few minutes, days or hours (which is why details are irrelevant except this one-- I just found out I've lost 37% of my 401k in the last year) but combined they make me want to throw things. Preferrably off of a very tall building (of which there are none in Gainesville). Maybe some of those rocket scientists in the buildings next to mine can send some crap to the moon for me. Yes?