Flip side

I've slept terribly, worried, then been pissed -- a bevy and ocean of emotions -- tides pulling in and out. After it all, I step back, lie down and am happy that my mom is really okay. There's so serious problem; not now, not soon. It was a build up to steam, and I'm finally winding down.

My now, current ulcer-inducing problem is my unemployment. That now is a thunderstorm. It hurts when I attempt to sleep -- stress eating my stomach.