I was actually in a somewhat good mood this morning, which is rare for me anymore. But a headache I'd had for the past three days disappeared thanks to the magic fingers of my chiro, none of my coworkers came crying to me last night, my back was feeling pretty good, I got decent sleep yesterday... in other words, for me, it was a good night.

Then I came home. And my husband began ranting about how he wished he was in N'Awlins right now w/some scuba gear & a crowbar. We were watching the news all night at work - seeing the devastation, the ruined cities, listening to the talk about how gas prices are going to sky-rocket, pleas for donations to help FEMA... and my husband is talking about how he'd like to have money invested in a barge manufacturer or a construction-debris company so he could make money off of other peoples' misfortune.

I went from being almost chipper to surly in about a half hour. He makes me so frustrated - he can sit & talk about looting & opportunistic get-rich-quick-schemes, but doing an honest day's work to make money is beneath him. Bastard.