This is hurting my brain.  I'm at Dad's house sitting upright at a card table enshrouded with my laptop computer and a thrift-store monitor.  It's not fun.  It makes me tired.  I want to be leaning back against my bedroom pillows doing all of this work instead but alas, no.  My mood is horrible right now as I sit here feeling sorry for myself.  I should go home and work on balancing my checkbook but that thought is too overwhelming for my right now.  Pppffftt!  Yes, that is a sound coming from my mouth. I've had enough.  Goodnight.