It's not even anything complicated! It's the fact that the pharmacy doesn't say things like "Oh, by the way, we only gave you X number of pills instead of Y, because your insurance had some kind of complaint they won't explain to us."

Man, working part-time would be so great, if it paid full-time money. I'm not at work, but had this interview all morning, came home and had lunch, and then met my mom for coffee! Now a little TV, and then dinner with a friend. It's all very civilized.

I need to go to the post office. What are the odds that the machine will let me buy a first class international letter stamp, or if it'll send me to wait in the line of human despair?

I'm pretty sure the machine will give you any kind of postage.

It usually laughs in my face if I try to do anything but domestic, but I'll give it a whirl.

In a thrilling post office update, I have mailed a letter without having to deal with another human.

Woo!

Project File All The Things discovered a shoebox of bills (paid, I think) from 2007.

Ugh, I'm such a mess about the design decisions in my new kitchen. We had talked about gray walls (white cabinets, dark gray counters and floor), but apparently the contractor painted the walls some creamy color that my mother thinks looks yellow. So she was going to have him re-paint, but now I can't figure out what kind of gray to get, especially because the paint chips I got now look bad with the fabric swatches I got for a cushion I'll need for a bench! I dunno. I told my mother to leave the walls cream, and we'll see. I just feel like my odds of making a bad choice are so high, I don't want to make one at all!

My motto: you can never go wrong with purple.