when you're chewing on life's gristle
Feb. 23rd, 2005 12:04 pm*whistles*
So.
Denied for assistance in paying the heat bill, for want of a piece of paper. (Today was the last possible day to take care of the paperwork, so I couldn't go get the note from Localbar that I don't work there anymore and come back with it.)
Shrug. I can raise the ransom to not get the gas shut off by next week-- just won't pay my student loans. They don't care, and I won't consider what it's done to my credit rating. I'm not going to buy a house or a car anytime soon so there's little point fussing: I don't have money, so I don't have money.
Worse things happen at sea, y'know?
*whistles*
At least I didn't cry on Marge from the HEAP office when her math mysteriously came out over while my math, using the same figures and equations, came out well under the maximum income allowed. I don't know; we had the same figures to start with. I guess I'll console myself that I somehow have more money than I thought? In my estimation my monthly income was $1300, while her figures came out with $2400 for the exact. Same. Time. Period.
*whistles* Go figure. I wish her logic applied to my bills but, sadly, they remain larger than my income.
They had Cadbury creme eggs, a minor fetish of mine, in the CVS where I bought the wrong kind of sinus medication which is currently stuck in my throat. (You know how sometimes the pill doesn't go down? Didn't. Ow.) And they were 2 for 88 cents, instead of 1 for 69, so I bought two. Mm, one for later.
*whistles*
I'm gonna have this song stuck in my head all day but there are worse songs to have stuck in one's head.
Judy said that the 2-8:30 shift means I'll be working at Landmark, which is the biggest and busiest bar. And closing involves far less work than All-Star's (Torture Bar). So there's that to look forward to.
Mmm, what else? Am about to lose paid journal and extra userpics, but I got 2 extra weeks of paid journal time so that was nice, not to have to deal with that earlier. Do I use any of the paid features enough to justify their miniscule expense? Will consider. I'd miss polls, and the embedded journal in my homepage might break, and c'mon it's like $2 a month, but am feeling so very, very...
Positive! Right! I'm feeling positive. I am feeling positive. Just, not in the way where I want to go type my credit card number anyplace. *spits* *recovers self, whistles.*
I got a pretty good night's sleep last night-- almost six hours, which is pretty good for me lately. Especially as stuffed-up and in pain as I was. And I managed to do the next writing exercise for
y_tu_teithad, although it came out fairly banal.
I did get a lovely in-depth critique of Ch. 1 of Vikings Novel from
jennnlee. Unfortunately it disagreed with the revisions I'd begun. So I know more, but am no closer to a decision on what the hell to do with it.
Am still utterly disgraced over my complete inability to finish Ch. 8. People of all kinds work more hours than me and still get more writing done, so where the hell does my time go? It's not like I have a social life. I suppose I must cheerfully redouble my efforts in that department. Yes, somehow a chapter 8 must spring out of the depths of my apathy, and rather quickly, lest I entirely lose my marginal credibility as a Serious Novelist. ... Back to the whistling part. I need to do laundry. I have tomorrow off. Thus, tomorrow I will do laundry. Solutions present themselves.
Don't be silly chumps. Just purse your lips and whistle, that's the thing.
So.
Denied for assistance in paying the heat bill, for want of a piece of paper. (Today was the last possible day to take care of the paperwork, so I couldn't go get the note from Localbar that I don't work there anymore and come back with it.)
Shrug. I can raise the ransom to not get the gas shut off by next week-- just won't pay my student loans. They don't care, and I won't consider what it's done to my credit rating. I'm not going to buy a house or a car anytime soon so there's little point fussing: I don't have money, so I don't have money.
Worse things happen at sea, y'know?
*whistles*
At least I didn't cry on Marge from the HEAP office when her math mysteriously came out over while my math, using the same figures and equations, came out well under the maximum income allowed. I don't know; we had the same figures to start with. I guess I'll console myself that I somehow have more money than I thought? In my estimation my monthly income was $1300, while her figures came out with $2400 for the exact. Same. Time. Period.
*whistles* Go figure. I wish her logic applied to my bills but, sadly, they remain larger than my income.
They had Cadbury creme eggs, a minor fetish of mine, in the CVS where I bought the wrong kind of sinus medication which is currently stuck in my throat. (You know how sometimes the pill doesn't go down? Didn't. Ow.) And they were 2 for 88 cents, instead of 1 for 69, so I bought two. Mm, one for later.
*whistles*
I'm gonna have this song stuck in my head all day but there are worse songs to have stuck in one's head.
Judy said that the 2-8:30 shift means I'll be working at Landmark, which is the biggest and busiest bar. And closing involves far less work than All-Star's (Torture Bar). So there's that to look forward to.
Mmm, what else? Am about to lose paid journal and extra userpics, but I got 2 extra weeks of paid journal time so that was nice, not to have to deal with that earlier. Do I use any of the paid features enough to justify their miniscule expense? Will consider. I'd miss polls, and the embedded journal in my homepage might break, and c'mon it's like $2 a month, but am feeling so very, very...
Positive! Right! I'm feeling positive. I am feeling positive. Just, not in the way where I want to go type my credit card number anyplace. *spits* *recovers self, whistles.*
I got a pretty good night's sleep last night-- almost six hours, which is pretty good for me lately. Especially as stuffed-up and in pain as I was. And I managed to do the next writing exercise for
I did get a lovely in-depth critique of Ch. 1 of Vikings Novel from
Am still utterly disgraced over my complete inability to finish Ch. 8. People of all kinds work more hours than me and still get more writing done, so where the hell does my time go? It's not like I have a social life. I suppose I must cheerfully redouble my efforts in that department. Yes, somehow a chapter 8 must spring out of the depths of my apathy, and rather quickly, lest I entirely lose my marginal credibility as a Serious Novelist. ... Back to the whistling part. I need to do laundry. I have tomorrow off. Thus, tomorrow I will do laundry. Solutions present themselves.
Don't be silly chumps. Just purse your lips and whistle, that's the thing.
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Date: 2005-02-24 01:13 am (UTC)I hope my comments helped. I didn't hear back from you so I was biting my (non-existant) nails...
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Date: 2005-02-24 01:54 am (UTC)I will never pay it off. I accept that. But it still irks me.
The comments were lovely. I just still don't know what to do with the goddamn book. Which is as it ever was.
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Date: 2005-02-24 01:56 am (UTC)Let me know if you want to chat/email about the goddamn book. Glad I was able to help...
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Date: 2005-02-24 01:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-24 02:06 am (UTC)