Thanks, guys. My day definitely hasn't been as awful as my roommate's, so at least I've got that going for me.

I'm also experiencing some schadenfreude because I keep thinking about what people are going to do when I get the hell out of Dodge.

Damn, very back of the plane for an aisle seat. But 3.5 hrs, I need h aisle. And I have to wai on baggage anyway.

Got another pile of billing statements for Hubby (I will be so happy when those stop showing up). Injections Plerixafor 1 mg--$20,996.00 billed. Insurance plan approved--$0.00. My share--$0.00. So who pays for a $21,000 shot? (One shot out of dozens and dozens. 21K. I think it cost nearly a million dollars to treat Hubby, and it didn't work. Lord.)

Oh, there's another line, Primary carrier paid in full, that's right, this is the Medicaid statement, they kicked in after my work insurance. Which explains why the company president said there were a couple of very expensive situations on the insurance this year. Thanks, boss, sorry to trouble you.

I think my shredder and I need to have some quality time.

Happy birthday, Sparky!

Happy travels, sarameg!

Happy shredding, Connie. Ugh. I don't think they should even send those; you shouldn't even have to see them.

So ridiculously tired today. At my counseling appointment I could barely string words together.

Happy Birthday, Sparky!

I don't know if all university students do this, but around campus, the wi-fi names are freaking hilarious. Today I saw "Pretty Fly for a Wi-Fi" and "I Purrfurr Cats."

I got paid today, my account is already overdrawn. Gah!

Not helping with that: my failed attempt this morning to register my car apparently went through. So not only have I paid twice, but I wasted an hour and half of work time and panic going to the MVC.

And, I found out I didn't get another job for which I interviewed. The candidate who did get it had more experience in the field, and the person who told me pointed me at other jobs at the university, saying I was a strong candidate and it would be good for me to apply. Which I've done. Still, I'm a tad down about it.

I know that feel, Calli. I didn't even get a call/email (even after an interview? Bad form). Just an update on the applicant system.

ION, I literally just sold Hubby's car. A guy with a truck that says "We buy junk cars" knocked on the door, asked if I wanted to sell it, I said yes, the thing started up. I asked $300, he offered $150, I said 2, he said 175, I said 2. He gave me a doubtful look, I said "It runs," he frowned, I gazed back, he said OK.

I signed over the title, they drove it out of the driveway under its own power, put it on their truck, and it's gone.

I thought of mentioning the Mustang in the backyard, but this was a just sketchy enough transaction that I figured I'd wait for something a bit more legit.