I write Hubby's important emails for him because he's a horrible speller. Really bad dyslexia. However, he loves to read. He only stumbles when he's reading Warhammer novels out of Britain, and he uses me as a handy British usage-to-American meaning translator. Though he never has problems with archaic historical and armor usage. Our individual linguistic databases are amazing.

At my office, Pooh case is mostly committed by HR and by our fundraiser. We've managed to ween the fundraiser off it, mostly because her copy goes through a horde of editors before it leaves the building. I've pretty much given up on HR.

The OC was 10 years ago. Everyone get your cane to shake at those damn kids.

The health insurance fucked up, and I just spent 40 minutes, mostly on hold, to get the problem worked out. 40 minutes, and 7 business days to get the forms done so I can afford my script. Lovely.

You know, people have it a lot worse than me. I get it. But I am TIRED of things like this, stretching $32 to last until the 15th, and now I can't afford my script. I can't even come up with $14.69 to pay for 9 days worth until the forms come through. I have pawned everything worth anything, except my grandmother's wedding ring. I am working on one client job, and have an excellent chance at a 30 hour/week editing gig. My husband and I bust our asses just to pay bills. In the past two months, we have lived for almost two weeks with no gas (no hot water or using the stove; thank god it was summer) and a week without internet. I have cut back DRASTICALLY on smoking, and am trying to quit (Don't give me any shit for the smoking, please; I am not in the mood, and it's fucking HARD, I've smoked for 23 years and I am super-stressed and gave up Xanax.)

I was not able to give my husband a birthday gift or take him even to a cheap place for dinner.

I don't want to be rich (well, I wouldn't PASS on it...) but I am so goddamned tired of being broke. Can I just have enough to pay the bills in full every month, and maybe go out to dinner once in a while? You know, crazy stuff like that. I'm not even asking about a wedding ring or honeymoon, neither of which we have been able to afford.

We don't have central air or AC in either car because it's broken and we have to pay other bills. We don't have a credit card. We eat lots of ramen, hot dogs and mac and cheese.

It will get better; god, it HAS to. We are working on it. But I am so, so, so tired of it.

Sorry about the money bitching, but I am SO FRUSTRATED.

My mom paid for the script, and I will pay her back on payday. I HATE asking for help, because they have helped me/us so much, and I feel badly about it, because they are far from wealthy.

So. To pick it up, and back to work. But hey, I got a work/study gig for my yoga studio and FREE CLASSES!!

(Note: I've gone there for two weeks and love it. I splurged and paid $25 for two weeks of unlimited classes. I think it may be better for my mental health than my psychiatrist visits!)

I guess they could be emphasis Pooh Capping? Sometimes it feels more like German.

Registration followed by Enrolment to the new system.

Have a Username? Please enter it below.

Please enter your Tax Id number

Flow from Subsequent Slide

User then immediately Enrolls after that (but the next sentence is "User is already registered and just enrolls.")

This is honestly one of the better ones.

Both of my parents talk way differently from how they email. My mother especially, but I think they both regard the keyboard as a bit of an affront, even a full-sized one. For personal communication, that is. When they write letters to editors or papers or articles, then the punctuation and capitalisation appears.

Don't I deserve good things?

Shit, I need to buy my sister an e-book, to try and sell her on the concept. Don't know what she'd like that she doesn't have, but although she knows it's coming, I want the specifics to be a surprise.

Strix, you have all my sympathy. We're in the same boat, singing the same song, rolling the same fucking stone up the same hill, and it is tiresome as all hell.

We even have the promise of some relief soon - a totally unexpected windfall from the estate of a friend of a relative, which will be enough to halve our debts, fix everything on the car, and maybe get me a functioning laptop or repair the current 7-year-old one. But right now, until the unspecified date on which the windfall falls, we're crawling.

It's such a demoralizing way to live -- you feel stupid and incompetent and like a sponge, and of course the stress increases the chances of slip-ups like parking tickets for misreading a street-cleaning sign that'd either not happen at all if you were less stressed and more clear-headed, or would be a mere nothing to pay off and forget about in minutes if you had the funds. But, instead, it's a huge looming thing, and then your stress level goes up again, and the next stupid slip-up becomes all the more likely.

But, OTOH, yay work/study and free yoga!

Yep, back and forth, back and forth.

But I am THRILLED about your guys' windfall!

And the free yoga is an amazing gift. I was really bummed when I had my last class Sunday.

It's such a demoralizing way to live -- you feel stupid and incompetent and like a sponge

This is why I get so fucking exasperated at politicians who have zero, no, none empathy for people who live paycheck to paycheck. Yes, let's make sure that we all have disdain for poor & working class people who have no fucking cushion when life happens. But you have all your needs taken care of through family, marriage, or a rich donor.

This is why we need a commune.