How soon is now? It's Wednesday, right?
I'm losing track. The only solid evidence that I have that it is Wednesday is that I am pretty sure that I got paid today, and I get paid every other Wednesday. Unfortunately, the money is all gone (I vaguely recall paying some bills?), so that doesn't exactly prove much I guess. Being broke is lame.
Aaaaaanyhow. I feel like I've been productive, which I like. I did all sorts of things that
I needed to do, like make appointments and calls and pay bills and stuff, which made me feel good.
It is so much nicer out than yesterday; I only wish I could get out there to enjoy it.
I have a new committee assistant. He does memos and stuff, and he is Irish, and he is awesome. I like people who do work, and it's a total bonus if they have a cool accent.
Sometimes I think only gay men get it right. One of my friends said to me, "You look amazing!" That was it. No criticism, no backhanded compliment, no you look like you let yourself go, no you don't look healthy, just a simple, ringing, unqualified statement of my fabulousness.
I'm starting to feel more frequent, pronounced kicking, which is pretty cool, although sometimes painful, and I often find that I very easily get uncomfortably over-full. Apparently I don't have much room in there?
I've decided to stop looking a clothing websites. I just can't look without buying clothes I can't afford and won't be able to fit into for months.
The whole house/mortgage/closing process is pissing me off, and it's taking forever. Because we're going through a State program, the bank is jerking us around because they're not getting enough money from it, and they're delaying everything and sitting on documents and generally messing everything up. It.Angers.Me. *Deep breath*
I'm sitting here, killing time.
I should probably be cleaning my desk because it is a mess! Any takers? Anyone?
It is an hour later. I'm still here. Now...I'm hoping for 9.
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hungry