Aggravated

Why do I do this to myself?  Why do I wait until the very last possible moment to begin writing?  I don't begin once I start feeling tired but instead put it off until I feel like I can hardly keep my eyes open and all thoughts have disappeared from my mind.  I'm so exhausted that I'm now just angry at myself for being unable to type out any kinds coherent sentences.  Honestly, I've been in a funk all day.  I woke up irritated and anxious but couldn't figure out why.  So I began doing what I always do, began crunching numbers.  Why that seems to help, I don't know.  

When Dave got home from work, we went on a wild goose chase because I forced him to humor my most recent idea.  He humored me of course but by the time I got home I felt defeated and foolish.  In the end, it turned out to be a waste of time and we're back to square one.  Of course, I then tried to seek out alternatives which only left me more discouraged because life is ridiculously expensive.  Dave and I tried to research different wireless cell phone plans and they are such a robbery and it only infuriated me more.  Now, I'm just sitting here angry trying to type some sort of nonsense so I can say that I wrote for the night.  But does this kind of writing even freaking count?  Probably not, but they are words.  

Now I'm going to finish my episode of Law and Order and go to grumpily to bed.