It is way too fucking early in the morning. But this is the time I have to get up if I want to miss traffic. I have a 10:45am doctor appointment this morning. Technically, I could probably leave here at 8:30 and make it on time, but I would spend the entire time in stop and go traffic which would send my blood pressure through the roof and I would probably cut a bitch. I would rather leave 6 hours before my appointment and sit in a parking lot for 4 of those than be in the mood I would be in otherwise. Ridiculous? Probably but I don't care.
Nothing of any real news from yesterday. We hung around the house mostly other than some grocery shopping. I was a little peeved about that. Not because of the groceries - just the opposite. I spent $95 on Saturday night at the birthday party for 3 meals, 3 cocktails, and 4 sodas (no refills). I owed my friend some money for gas and $5 from something else, so I had him put his tab on ours which is where the three cocktails came from on the bill. Regardless, that isn't a lot of stuff for that much money. I spent $85 at the grocery store and got two weeks worth of food. Sometimes eating out really pisses me off.
We have groceries in the house now though. That's the important thing. That was our big venture out. Not much else to mention. We hung around watching TV, played some video games, cleaned, made dinner. Went to bed around 11.
Did deal with one issue with the kid. Turns out she forgot a W2 and I had to last minute have our tax guy re-do her statement. She is going to pick it up today from him. Adds about another $150 to what she owes. Sucks but it is what it is.
I did hear from an old friend. I can't remember what letter I gave her so many years back, I think N. She is doing well. Her dad passed which sucks, but she has really gotten a handle on other things it seems and she is going to be a nurse. I think she will do really well at it and I am happy for her.
I hope the doctor's visit goes well.
Monday, April 13, 2015
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