Jimi went to the doctor this morning for follow-up on the blood-work that was done last week. I don't know the results yet - he said it's bad, but he's not dying, but he didn't want to rehash it right then. So now I've got this pit in my stomach that won't go away. I'm pretty sure it's diabetes, but again, I know nothing right now. Nothing.
I'm late, but not pregnant. That only pisses me off; like the universe is mocking me.
Tomorrow is bonus check day at work. Fingers crossed that it'll be at least as much as last year. If not, that's okay, too; I'll just have to try harder this year. Right now, though, anything is better than nothing. I'm broke.
This is about as deep as my thoughts go right now. Jimi's sick, I'm not pregnant, and I'm broke but money's coming tomorrow. That's all I've got.