Fucking migraines.

You ain't never lied.

Larry David was never more wise when he said "If your body was a car, you wouldn't buy it. Too much maintenance."

Oofdah! Got a grumpy letter from the IRS saying, in essence, "Pay up NOW!"

And this was something I was expecting to pay, but they said I had ignored previous notices and I did not ignore any other notices. In fact, I've been tapping my foot waiting for this to come in.

So now I'm scrambling to have money wired from my financial services to my checking account so I can make a payment bigger than I've ever done, excepting the down payment on this house.

You know what's a little stress inducing? Words like "seize your property" on official IRS letters.

No kidding!

Yikes! Uncool, IRS.

I checked with Sophia and she replied: "I am Ok but super overwhelmed with work and feeling quiet and guilty for disappearing."

I assured her there's nothing to feel guilty about and that we just missed her and were concerned.

Thanks, David. I'm glad she's okay.

Thanks, Hec

Oh dude, super yikes.

Laura, easy hip-fix~ma.

I said it on fb but always bears saying twice - I’m so sorry about Mozzie, Brenda. Wish I’d gotten to meet him.

One of the brutiful memories of my mom’s decline was spooning her, and another was sitting behind her to keep her upright. And one of my weird regrets is that I made my sister stop snuggling me when I hit puberty, because of all the societal bs. I’m sure she didn’t understand (I didn’t really either) and just felt rejected.

Re: France and old medical cures - fun fact! When I studied abroad in Montpellier I lived down the block from one of the oldest medical schools in Europe, and the associated medicinal garden. Rabelais went there; at the time it was a six week course.

Re: me almost getting fired for a bad mood - I will allow that when one of the women in my family is angry or frustrated, it does create a palpable drop in air pressure. But there was 100% sexism involved (my male boss can be as grumpy as he wants to the extent that it’s a nickname for him) and the reason I didn’t talk to anyone about my bad mood is that I was being thrown under the bus (again) for something that in no way was only my responsibility.

Also, if your boss interrupts you a bazillion times a day, which you have talked to her about specifically as being not great for you, it’s apparently the height of disrespect to ask if you can finish your sentence. I really don’t even think I was a smartass in how I said it.

I’m going to try and run numbers tonight and see if I have enough to make it through at least mid-March, because 1) I know in my bones that they have not made allowances in the schedule for the shit show that is Mardi Gras (but V will still get to ride in her two parades) and 2) I cannot look for a job while I have this job, because it robs me of all my energy and steals a good chunk of my weekend due to fatigue and pain. And 3) my coworker is leaving, and our lunchtime bitch sessions are one of the only things getting me through each day.

Which means if I’m going to give a week’s notice I need to do it tomorrow.

The irony or whatever of me being in the same position as R last summer (quit or be fired) and not having a financial cash cushion because I supported them… is not lost on me.

Xpost with David - Good to know Sophia is okay.