Feeling Reckless

Ok, so this week has been really stressful for me, between getting back to work and dealing with (the utter lack of) money and helping my daughter through band camp (without any more urgent care visits than are absolutely necessary) and getting ready for school to start and the various emotional dramas that inevitably emerge with too much estrogen in a small space.  Stress makes me reckless, and by reckless I mean an attitude of "Well, life basically sucks so I may as well do something abysmally stupid just because I want to regardless of the list of consequences that I can already see forming". Often this involves spending money on some spur of the moment subscription that I only sort-of want and absolutely can't afford, but money's too tight for even that right now.  Besides, I said reckless, not self-destructive.  So instead, the recklessness has been refocused by having had no especial, um, outlet for stress for over a month.   I've been able to take the edge off so to speak, but self-satisfaction really isn't satisfactory after a certain point.  Right now I'm so horny that it feels like ants are crawling under my skin all the time.  This is NOT a good combination with stress induced recklessness.  Just.  Not. Grr.