Sunday Afternoon

I struggle each and everyday with whats going to happen in the future. Today is Sunday and so far so good. I had gotten good sleep but had a little fight about not telling him everything I bought when I bought it. I never told him the whole story because when I began to explain the 1st purchase out of 7 he freaked out with the crazy tone; so I stopped while I was ahead and din't mention the others. Anyways that argument died out and we are just doing our own thing right now he acknowledges me and attempts t make me laugh. Its going good for now. I want to clean my room a little but I had left the trash bags in his black Toyota Celica. Its hot outside and the AC is blowing invade our stuffy bubbles of space.