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Randomness abounds.
I need to keep a better eye on my food-timing on the days that I bike to work. Had dinner late, and as a result, the things which put me in a foul mood earlier were on the brink of making me an absolutely vile person. What kind of things, you might ask? Read on, faithful peruser.
The Feds have decided that the to-be-ex and I didn't declare $11K of income, and so our refund check got cut from Nice-n-Plenty down to $21. Where, for the love of a brimstone-reeking-hell, the fuck did that number come from? Pardon my English, but it's awfully hard to hide $11K.
The car's in the shop (that's why I biked in today, didn't trust it), and because it was an emergency dropoff, I don't know when I'll get the beast back.
My bank account is overdrawn by a piddling amount, but it's annoying, because it means that something, somewhere, got miscalculated, and I don't have any more cash coming in to my pockets until the end of the month.
Normally, I'd just be "It's only money." and shrug it off. After all, it IS only money. However, until the condo sells I'm living on half a paycheck, and I'm already in debt both to my folks and to the credit card gods. In the grand scheme of things, I'm getting off light, but this is the most personal debt I've ever been in, without being able to pay it off in short order. Once the house sells, I'll be just dandy (after a few months) but... guh.
Finally, I think I'm fighting a general headache anyway, as a combination of slight dehydration (which I've been working on fixing) and too much sun exposure, from the riding today. No indication of a burn, but it was awfully bright, and I need to find my dark lenses for my bike glasses.
So, you can see, I am in an absolutely lovely mood. Aren't you happy I shared the wealth?
I need to keep a better eye on my food-timing on the days that I bike to work. Had dinner late, and as a result, the things which put me in a foul mood earlier were on the brink of making me an absolutely vile person. What kind of things, you might ask? Read on, faithful peruser.
The Feds have decided that the to-be-ex and I didn't declare $11K of income, and so our refund check got cut from Nice-n-Plenty down to $21. Where, for the love of a brimstone-reeking-hell, the fuck did that number come from? Pardon my English, but it's awfully hard to hide $11K.
The car's in the shop (that's why I biked in today, didn't trust it), and because it was an emergency dropoff, I don't know when I'll get the beast back.
My bank account is overdrawn by a piddling amount, but it's annoying, because it means that something, somewhere, got miscalculated, and I don't have any more cash coming in to my pockets until the end of the month.
Normally, I'd just be "It's only money." and shrug it off. After all, it IS only money. However, until the condo sells I'm living on half a paycheck, and I'm already in debt both to my folks and to the credit card gods. In the grand scheme of things, I'm getting off light, but this is the most personal debt I've ever been in, without being able to pay it off in short order. Once the house sells, I'll be just dandy (after a few months) but... guh.
Finally, I think I'm fighting a general headache anyway, as a combination of slight dehydration (which I've been working on fixing) and too much sun exposure, from the riding today. No indication of a burn, but it was awfully bright, and I need to find my dark lenses for my bike glasses.
So, you can see, I am in an absolutely lovely mood. Aren't you happy I shared the wealth?
