In the drama of my car registration I don't have the paperwork from the bank yet. My days off this week are Sunday and Monday. I need to go to Brevard and get my meds Monday so I will do that as quickly as possible and pray the letter is here amonday so I can race around and get that done.

My next days off after this are Christmas and the Sat after Christmas. If my closing shift on Friday stays theoretically I could try and do something before work. But realistically it will take longer than I have considering I have to be at work at 2:30 pm but realistically that isn't enough time.

I am going to call Monday to see what will happen if my tag expiries. I may have to lie and register my car again in NC Monday and then pay for registration again in Jan in SC. I really don't know how unethical or illegal that is but I don't know what choice I may have.

I don't even know what to do about my income tax when I filed. I am feeling like a failure and like a tax cheat right now and very guilty.

I would do the lie, thing askye. What is up with the income tax? I think I forgot or never knew. I am terrible at adulting things myself, but I am pretty good at fixing other people's things.

My failure right now is that I am getting a couch delivered on Tuesday. But Petunia has a vet appointment on Tuesday, so I need to call and arrange.... something. But I left it to the total last minute and now I feel like a jerk calling. I was totally going to call Friday afternoon and then I got stuck with the 4 hour lunch and they were closed!

We have some very high level professors who do this sort of jerky last minute thing all the time, and LIE about the reasons to put the blame on other people, and they still seem like they are successful, high level people, so sometimes I tell myself to channel my inner Mxxxx Mxxxxx (name changed to protect the guilty) and do the sort of shitty thing. I do accept the blame and then I feel less guilty.

I think sometimes we are all failures and just trying to hide it from each other, but we need to just be honest, own up to our failure and people will help us. Or that is what I learned this year.

I do not know what to get my mom. So far I have a joke gift, and a pair of Alpaca socks. I was going to get her some CDs of new music I have discovered that I like, but Lizzo is out of stock on Amazon (she has successfully liked Pink, Adele, and Ed Sheeran in the past). I got a button maker for Sylvia. Aidan is still a mystery. Maybe for my mom a gift bag of fancy expensive foods she would get for herself? She doesn't want more stuff. What I really want to do is call a repairman to tell her that her oven is OK to use. The kittens pulled some insulation out of it, and she hasn't used it in two years because she thinks there will be a fire, and she can't adult either, so she wont call a repairman to set her mind at ease, and just doesn't use the oven

Can you set up the repairman visit for a day you are there? do that.

Can you pay Aidan to sit at your house for the couch delivery? or do you know any other college students who could do it?

Not Aidan, because he is in high school, but Sylvia (his older sister could do it!

That sounds like a great idea, Sophia!

Project Find My Birth Certificate went through a bunch of shelves yesterday, and I found interesting things like my Franklin Planner circa 2007, when I was laid off, so that entries stop mid-month. That was an excellent approach to work, since I had a to-do list that I updated manually and spent my first few minutes at work copying over the undones and adding the new from my overnight email, et cetera.

Another couple shelves today...

I have to say, this Aidan thing is amazing! I am running around gathering things and cleaning so he can take everything out while he is here. Not sure what I will do when he goes away to college (he is a senior and looking at forestry school)

Sophia, ask him if there is another senior or rising senior who is a friend who could use the money.

That's a great idea. So much cheaper than a maid service, because I don't mind, or even like cleaning. It is the picking up and the garbage that gets me.

What I really want to do is call a repairman to tell her that her oven is OK to use.

That seems like a great gift!