Bad day. I'll be fine, but I need to just write it, ok. So skip this part.
a. My mom is really sick. She may have pneumonia. (she's in her 60s). She also got in a car wreck and didn't tell any of us about it - as she's known to do. Her health is bad, but I guess I should be grateful that it's not worse.
b. I feel horrible today. I think it is a stomach bug. But I can't eat and I'm nauseous. And don't even fucking think it. Regardless, this is not good when you are a diabetic. I don't have my insurance set up anyway, and I have no money. So the last thing I need is to be checked into the hospital.
c. They are going to rape my next paycheck. Over half of it will go to healthcare. Apparently when my insurance coverage (from my ex) ran out on the 29th, I have to pay retroactively for my coverage through my firm. And they have to take it out of the next check. So I'm paying for a month and a half worth of coverage on my next check. It's not going to even be enough to cover my bills. Oh well. Something will turn up. Always does.
d. Zoe's behavior since she's been at her new school is atrocious in comparison to what she used to do. Don't know if it's the new "I'm four thing," lack of sleep, or just a new situation, but I can't seem to settle her down. Maybe if I can leave early today (since I can't eat a damn thing), I could get her to bed on time. I still may go workout. It makes me feel so completely awesome.
e. Fuck them. Fuckit. I'll just keep thinking about the sexy Texas men... nother day, nother story.
Anyway, it's just bumming me out a bit.
But the local dating front is picking up. See. Nothing in my life is in sync. Always a bit off in one area.
Ah. Fuckit. I'm not gonna worry about it. That's what this is for.
Therapist = The rapist. Good one.
Who needs one when you have the IRC. Not meeeeee...
Although I could use a stiff drink if I could stomach one right now.
Posted by debutaunt at March 24, 2004 10:27 PM | TrackBack