Gnarhg. I hate dealing with money that isn't straight up cash. My brain exits left and it's all Charlie Brown adult wahwahwah. Not sure why I could (barely) follow thermo, but APR and blah blah blah and small print render me functionally illiterate.

And I HATE feeling stupid. HATE . RAGEY HATE.

I'm going to kill my coworkers before August, which is when my job actually ends.

I think it's hilarious that I work somewhere where I just typed the phrase "Dalai Lama project."

Have you guys seen these pictures of families with their weekly groceries? It's fascinating. [link]

I got to Chad and didn't want my muffin anymore.

Did you see how some of the Asian families (China, Mongolia) eat more baguette-resembling bread product than the French one? End times, I tell you!

Why did it not occur to me that getting a new DVR from directv would mean losing all the shit saved on the old one?

That looms large in my mind, brenda, so I don't know.

brenda, this is why I keep not trading in my box, which I am convinced is a lemon! Although now that it's summer, I should be able to do it....

Dear god, I hate my employer's website. NOTHING works. Also, could my cats not shred my tax files?

At least now I can clear all the crap I don't watch from my subscriptions, since I no longer have any.

Like moving and not taking the boxes you haven't opened from your last move. Nice.

I am bored enough that I just measured my cubicle. 4 sq-m, 8m perimeter.

Eta: sounds bigger in Imperial, 44 sq-ft