September and October were a greyscale fog, highlighted only by crystal pink moments of playing my Goodwill Dreamcast and googooing at our calico white, orange and black-spotted kitty. Occasionally pierced red by heartrending anxiety about her post-August recovery from kitty pneumonia.
Well, I had to take my vacation this week or I'd risk losing it. I had a free ride to Seattle available. It also turned out that the dirtiest, hippiest hostel up here will give you cheap rent if you agree to work 2.25 hours a day.
So, knowing full well that the savings from the work would add up to the equivelent of $5.22 an hour wage, I set out to leave my hot, hot girlfriend behind for Seattle.
Why on God's Earth would I do something so stupid? Why? Why?
It's been one of those shit hitting the fan kind of months. I had a ton of bureucratic and landlord issues spring up at once and I'm fending them off slowly one at a time. There's a big work deadline that I haven't been diligent with, but I think we'll make it. My step-mom (Dad's wife) is due to have brain surgery at OHSU on Tuesday. I was catching up on two of my friends' blogs and they both had recent posts about impending deployment to Afghanistan.
Uh, so I got an Emigrant Direct savings account today and I'm thinking, since we're in that grey area of momentum where interest rates are doing better but credit card companies are still trying to hook stupid people with 0% APR, why wouldn't a smart person get one of those 0% cards, max it out if the 0% works for cash (usually not, but once upon a time my bank sent me some 0% APR cheques) or at least live off it long enough to put mucho smackers into a high-yield savings account for the duration of the 0% APR?
Honest. To. Fucking. God. Sure, it was actually one of his minions who gave it to me and, sure, she was one of my nicest customers at the copy shop all week and, sure, I actually gave her kick-ass customer service, but, GAAAAAHGHGHGHGHGH. The only reason I'm keeping it is because I'm trying to think of a sufficiently cathartic disposal for the thing. I'm thinking Fourth of July kablooey would be nice. Ooo, maybe then mail it back to the bugger.
Did I mention how much I hate my job? No. Really. I do.
OoooOoooo, Terry Schiavo. That's NEWS. Hyup. Because it's not like people don't die every freaking day and it's not like people don't have their fucking feeding tubes removed every fucking day because their legal guardian said so. Hello? HELLO? Every fucking day. Thousands. It's probably how most of us First Worlders will die, assuming that civilization doesn't collapse or that the Fundamentalist Right doesn't revert medical science back to leeches and demon-removing head drills. Scary but true and, more importantly NOT NEWS.
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