I have been a ball of exhaustion this week. It's awful. I go to sleep late (yes, I know my fault) but then I wake up an hour before my alarm and can't get back to sleep. Then rush to work, work is slow as all hell, then I wind up on some random adventure.

Saturday is going to mark one year for Jon and I. Idk why but it's a little scary. Usually by now I'm bored. Or bitter. Or I'm picking them apart. Or just finding things out about them that I hate. Or by now, I mean 4 or 5 months ago. The only things that bother me, really, is him refusing to shave that awful beard pretty much for the sole purpose of it annoying me. And he hasn't taken his ADD meds in a couple of weeks... and now it's showing. He's wired a whole lot, always bugging me with tickling and stupid jokes that are not funny (no, really... they're enough to make me very aggravated). But it's weird because as much as all of that makes me annoyed, I still love him to death.

We're planning on going to the beach, so I'm really excited about that. We can't spend the night or anything because he has work on Sunday morning. And he has karate on Saturday morning. Which kind of irked me, but he has responsibilities... There is just something else I don't get. He complains all the time of not having money, we were supposed to see Transformers on Sunday but he said we needed to save money for the beach (which is understandable), and he said he was getting paid this coming Thursday (yesterday). Then on Monday, he told me he was going to the Colorado Cafe on Friday to take his friend out for his birthday. Okay, fine. But Colorado Cafe gets expensive. He also had to go to group on Wednesday which is -$25, then gas, etc for the week. Then he found out he gets paid next Thursday and not this Thursday. So I'm a little concerned now. I don't want Jon to shower me with gifts or anything. I'm just waiting for us to go down the shore tomorrow and him complain about money issues. That makes me feel bad about going. But I might be wrong completely. I didn't mean this post to be me whining at all. I just get concerned with him. I wish he'd take his meds. I wish he'd do something as little as shave his freaking beard.

And now... it's a shower then off to work...