Go ahead. Ask me about my day. I dare you.

Weasel.

My eel is an idiot, and I start working at the Lindsey Museum today! More on both, later.

There was a rational explanation. They screwed up part of it, and forgot to tell me the other part of it, but the money is still there. *huge sigh of relief*

Today has been unnecessarily difficult. I hope it has only been like this for me though…. Happy Birthday Furina, I hope it has been nice, relaxing, easy and fun. As you put it, I hope you have a totally princess day

So I know I’m getting low on money in checking, and I know that last time I moved money, I signed all the necessary paperwork so I could transfer money online from the brokerage account to the checking account.

So imagine my heart attack when I looked at wellsfargo.com this morning and saw that the balance of my brokerage account was now listed as $0.00.

I’m sure there’s a rational explanation. I’m sure it has something to do with the change in the brokerage status.

But OMFG does this scare the shit out of me.

So I’m taking a brief moment to try and get a grip before I call them… I’ll handle this better if I can get past the wave of hysteria I’m currently feeling.

*blink*

Way too tired to contemplate this… I’m going to bed.

So…

So I’m alive, and actually doing rather well all things considered.

See, mom got this book, and she liked it so much she ordered me a copy. And, well, she started to follow some of it. And my mother ended up feeling better, and having more energy than me. I’m 29. She’s 54. I’m supposed to be the hyper one.

Anyway, in the interest of self preservation, I started reading the book too. Truth be told, my weight and health scare the living shit out of me at this point. (Yes. I’ve gone beyond hatred and denial to total fear. Oddly enough, it’s an improvement. But I digress.) So I did what I know I needed to do, and quit eating wheat, sugar, dairy, and caffiene.

And I got a lower grade on this calculus midterm than the last one.

But I’m not actually having a breakdown, I just feel grumpy and a little depressed. So something I am doing is actually working. No caffiene deprival headaches. No hard core sugar cravings. No hard core grease cravings. And no breakdown in class when I found out I did even worse on this midterm than the last one.

I’m flunking calculus, and I’m not happy about it. On the other hand, I think I’m starting to generally feel better.

A certain unnamed pug just came and pointedly shoved his way past my legs and under my chair, placing himself conveniently in arms reach. Apparently someone needs some love. So I’m typing this one handed, while I scratch his neck and shoulder, and happy pug noises are coming out from under my chair.

I was going to blog about being excited about starting volunteering at the Lindsey Junior Wildlife Museum, but I need to go pay attention to a pug now.

I feel like I should post because I’m happier than I was when I last posted here, and didn’t want people to think that my life is still in the land of suck.

But I don’t really have a lot to say.

That’s the problem with blogging, unless your life is extreme in some fashion, there’s nothing worth throwing out there.

oh well.