Skippy, Skippy, Skiooy, it takes a big dog to weigh a ton. Meaning, it's all BS. There ain't one of us that hasn't had problems similar to that so don't sweat the small stuff. You're very lucky to be alive, healthy, not married to a witch, not having to use a bicycle for transportation or counting the days toward your parole hearing. See, it could always be worse. Just hang in there. An example from my childhood. We had a nice boat we kept at a local lake. One Sunday it had rained and water collected at the back of the boat. Dad had my sister drive, he pulled the drain plugs and the water drained out as she piloted down the lake. The boats drains were curved, so as long as you kept going, no problem. He put the plugs back in and cruised to shore. There on the dock was a boat salesman, two guys and the wife of one of them. They had been out on the lake, come in to drop the wife and salesman and were heading out again as dad explained to mom how he dumped the water. Appartently the guys heard him. They headed out in the model boat and 30 minutes later came swimming back from across the lake, to be greeted by the wife and a screaming boat salesman. Honey, cried the wife, what happened? The boat sink, he replied. They too had water in the boat, had stopped and pulled the drain plugs(which were straight) but just sat there. This was in 1958. They found the boat ninety feet down on the bottom last summer when the lake almost dried up. Nobody knew where it came from. I told them. See, worse things can happen...