I read somewhere that there was a study done about people who wrote about the stress in their life vs. people who just tried to cope, and the ones who wrote it down actually had lower blood pressure and less stress related illness.

So...here we go:

Today pretty much bit. Badly. I'm trying my hardest to adjust to some pretty major changes at work, and for some reason one of the executives seems to get some sort of pleasure out of my new responsibilities. And so he felt it necessary to enforce the need for me to do a fairly menial task this morning, just because he could. Now, I don't really have anything against any of the new parts of my job, but I felt that he was actually trying to make me feel small. And unfortunately, it worked. I've done what I could about it, and I have to just let it go and basically accept it if he chooses to continue to treat me like a servant, but the day still bit. My head still hurts. And I really hope that I start feeling normal, and secure, sometime soon.
- End rant.

On a lighter note, we bought a new bed yesterday!! We're pretty excited as neither of us have ever had a brand new bed before, and we went all out. We did the research, checked prices, and then got a very good bed at a very good price. Pillow top, individually wrapped coils (so that we don't wake up when the other one moves), the works! It's the bowling ball bed! And we deserve it, both of us!