existing.
Roy's been really tender with me today, which just isn't like him. Of course, it may be because I've been in such a moody/moping kind of mood today. I finished my OB homework, found out what my classes for next term are (Business Law, HR Management, Small Business). Did the dishes, been watching Roy play God of War 2 off and on all day, while I have been reading Book 5 of the BDB.
It's been back to me wanting peanut butter and chocolate. I have been trying to stay away from the carbs and sweets, but stress kills me. I bawled my eyes out in utter frustration earlier today because I can't stand the SSI paperwork the office sent me to fill out for Xy. I don't get it. Xy didn't miraculously heal, she still has HSP, and if you want specific dates and such, call her Drs and those who work with her at her school. Yes, I have her IEP but I can't find it.
I can't even find my last year's tax papers, even when I was certain that I'd put that info in one of the two college folders that my class info was in. Found and checked those over earlier this morning, nope. So I'll hunt the closet and see if I didn't inadvertently stick that info with all the other old tax stuff from when I first moved to Joplin.
Roy wants me to play on the PS3, but he's busy finding a save spot.
I think it's chai tea time.
It's been back to me wanting peanut butter and chocolate. I have been trying to stay away from the carbs and sweets, but stress kills me. I bawled my eyes out in utter frustration earlier today because I can't stand the SSI paperwork the office sent me to fill out for Xy. I don't get it. Xy didn't miraculously heal, she still has HSP, and if you want specific dates and such, call her Drs and those who work with her at her school. Yes, I have her IEP but I can't find it.
I can't even find my last year's tax papers, even when I was certain that I'd put that info in one of the two college folders that my class info was in. Found and checked those over earlier this morning, nope. So I'll hunt the closet and see if I didn't inadvertently stick that info with all the other old tax stuff from when I first moved to Joplin.
Roy wants me to play on the PS3, but he's busy finding a save spot.
I think it's chai tea time.