I just spent 2 hrs picking investment plans for my 3 different retirement things, except I can't find the account numbers for the account I'm rolling over. Requested statements, but they'll only mail them, so that'll have to wait.

I STILL have no idea what I'm doing. That semester in 5th grade when Mr. Hamilton had us play the stock market for pretends didn't stick. Or didn't hook. I sucked at prob&stats. I am not a gambler. I'm a stuff-it-in-the-mattress. But I can always change them.

I'm sorry about Muppet, Theo.

I sometimes fear depression degrading my work performance to the point I can't do my job anymore. I don't know what I'd do.

Congrats to CJ on the adulting and the car, and yay for Suzi getting her car back!

My condolences about Muppet, Theo.

Apparently Trump put Ben Carson in charge of picking a running mate. So, in case you were worried the crazy train was slowing down...

Oh jeebus.

Apparently Trump put Ben Carson in charge of picking a running mate.

I'm sorry, but I really did laugh out loud when I read that.

Holy crap, this fustercluck just won't end, will it?

Anyway, sympathies, Theo. It's always hard to lose a pet.

My pet is now The CounterSurfer. This morning she took a freshly-baked loaf of bread off the very back of the counter while I was dressing in the bedroom. I caught her while it was still in one piece, although the top was gone. SIGH. I'm going to have to cool my baked goods on top of the bookshelf I think...

In addition, I managed to tweak my back, and I'm having mild vertigo. It's not the best day ever.

My boss goes out on sick leave tomorrow for three weeks. Here's hoping we have no emergencies.

Unrelated to anything except gunnghhhh. That pic of Chris Evans in the Rolling Stone piece. Ded. JFC.

I am sorry about Muppet and your roommate, Theodosia.

It heartens me to know that Chris Evans has anxiety too. Maybe not as bad as me, but from what he says in interviews, the inside of his head is a lot like mine.