My husband joking remarked on the way home tonight, in response to something I had said, that there was no God. I pointed out to him that he was so wrong. Clearly there is a God. And right now he hates me very much and is punishing me for something, since yesterday I woke up with a super snotty head cold, my period and my lower back out. That can't be fate. It has to be malice.

I have to go lie down now and moan.