I thought I was the only nut...

It's finally Friday... at least in my time zone.  And I'm not sure why the heck  I'm up.  I will tell you this, though... I'm watching Letterman, whom I do not enjoy, who is interviewing Snooki, whom I enjoy even less than Letterman.

Okay, I'll be honest... I know why I'm up...
1. I got take out for dinner again tonight and for the second night in a row, I got a PEPSI... yeah, and I wonder why my pants aren't fitting.
2.  I'm stupidly sensitive and got my feelings hurt today and it threw off my whole day.
3.  I attended the St Mary's tuition meeting.  Steve says it's okay but I've got sticker shock.  I know it's totally worth it.  [And yes, Julie, this is the same person who buys premium paper napkins]

4. Steve has a nasty cold and I know that if I turn the TV off, I'll hear him snoring all the way in the living room.  I suspect I won't sleep well so I'm not encouraged to go to bed.
5. (and lastly) My BFF Brigette is coming tomorrow and I feel I'm not prepared to have a baby in my house for the weekend.  I'm not worried about hearing a kid wake up or something... I mean... I haven't cleaned the bathroom yet and I'm terrified William will choke on a penny that someone dropped.  I should go to bed, I only have 17 hours and I'm pretty sure I want to spend 10 of them sleeping (not likely to happen).

Really the crux of the problem is #2.  I'm too damn sensitive. And it's always my fault.  See... I felt slighted today by something that was said... and it's clearly my fault.  I'm confused, though, because when I related the situation to Steve, he said, it wasn't my fault and the whole thing was stupid. I should believe him, but I'm (secretly) convinced that he's worried I'll go all wonky like I did this summer if he tells me the truth.  So even though he said, put it out of your mind, I'm sitting here at 12:30 am feeling sorry for myself. 

Feeling sorry for myself is just... pathetic.  Honestly, like I really have problems?!  That's where I'm stuck right now... sorely aware of my inability to be grateful for what I've got... solely focused on my own iniquities.