Sometimes being an adult sucks.

I remember first hating adulthood when I had to find my own insurance... that was a nightmare of pricing and talking and well I got my VIN number memorized.

But now, part of it I put on myself with responsibility, the rest is just need. I have a flex day tomorrow, but I have to wake up early to make sure I can go to an appointment where they'll probably screw up poking me again so I can go again.

Actually, scratch that, I'm not going. I'm not going to die tomorrow just because I haven't bled. My numbers are still low, so I have time to find a place closer to home (there's a center in Lee's Summit that I hope can help) and I want to sleep in.. well at least until Sara wakes up.

So, I could stay at home, but then more responsibility hits me in the face.. the bathrooms need cleaning, dust is showing up, there are still a few boxes in the front room that can be unpacked, etc. etc. etc. Sometimes I wish I could shirk the responsibility without feeling guilty...