Sorry, Mom, if my cell phone bill is high this month. If it is, I'll pay you back as soon as I can. (For those of you not playing along at home, the cell is Mom's ongoing birthday/christmas gift to me, so that I'm less crazy ( Read more... )

I wake up. I write email that I don't want to write. I wait. I get some answers. They're not all the ones I want. I call to see if I can pick up my medication. Counseling Services lost it. I get freaked out. (Duh, of course I get freaked out when people lose my anti-anxiety drugs...) I write more email that I don't want to write. They ( Read more... )

Damn it, why won't anyone tell me why the stupid people aren't talking to me?

"And, you know, eggs are hot when you fry them. I don't know if you've ever had this experience..." -monkey

...and I don't even have one. But I'm being a good little monkey, and once it started stressing me to the point where I felt nauseated (that'd be right now), I stopped for the day. We'll be back first thing tomorrow with the next installment of being broke and desperate.

I filed a report on the harassing phone calls today. I can't deal with them anymore. I don't want to ever hear that voice again, I don't want to hear that *pause* *click* again, and I don't want to know that the same someone signs on within 2 minutes of 75% of the calls. I just want it done and gone.

Please make it go away.