You know, could something go right one of these days!!
Okay, so I got up really early to go to the medical research place since they offered me another study (the studies are not scary or intrusive, just testing sunscreen and stuff). They had offered me a 4 day study and if I qualified, I would get $75. So I trucked all the way down there and was denied :(
Then as I was walking home I passed an optometrist and I desperately need an eye exam since one of my eyes is going rapidly downhill. I walked in and asked about the cost and made an appointment. I had little choice cause I neeed to see an optometrist, but its going to cost -Ta-da- $75! Poo.
Then as I continued my walk home, I hopped up onto a curb and managed to pull my calf muscle a bit. its very tender now. I'm not quite sure what i did. But its in the leg where I've had knee surgery and also torn tendons in that ankle, my left leg just seems to be very weak for some reason.
I continued to meander, this time on to the grocery store. I had $5.90 for groceries, to last me til Friday. I did okay, getting 3 boxes of mac and cheese for $2. And some bread and some diet coke cause if I don't get my aspartame I become a true bitch. I calculated that I had just enough to get one donut yet cause I was craving sweets SO BAD, and they had just baked them, so the whole store smelled of fresh hot donuts. So I picked one out and literally started salivating. It was warm.... So I go to check out and the total is $6.30. So I had to put the donut back. Honest to God, that was nearly the worst moment of my day.
And, I'm not done yet! So I get home and check the mail, and wonder of wonders, my divorce papers are there. i was so happy in the elevator up, that a tenant who I know hates me from when i was caretaker asked me what was going on. I told him and he laughed out loud and told me "Happy Divorce!' So I run upstairs, pour myself some coke and begin calling and emailing to change my name. it was SO exciting. I had already a few weeks ago, compiled a list of all the places I needed to call and gotten their addresses or phone numbers. So it was all going well. Then at one point, one guy asked me to quote him something from the decree, and it turned out that the part that said my name was going back to my maiden name (basically the ONE thing I need this for, you understand) was crossed out with a Sharpie!!!!!!! So I call the county clerk and she tells me that it was crossed out in her files, that obviously she wouldn't have done that. So I call the ex's attorney and she says that according to her file, that section is there and not crossed out. She quoted me enough that I believe that it was true. So, she says, somewhere between her files and the clerk's files, someone has, maliciously, and without reason, crossed out the most important part of the paperwork. Yeah. So I have to order them all over again, and hope, beyond hope, that this time there won't be a problem.
10 sleeps and this will all, hopefully, be a thing of the past. I'll be in Georgia, the bills will be paid, I'll have food, I'll have Paul and Smeag. I won't have to fret about customs anymore, which right now keeps me awake at night. it'll be all good! I just have to get through the next 10 days. 10 days. 10 days.
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Actually, I've heard that term before, but in a slightly different context. "If I eat too much before bed, I have kafka dreams," but I don't know where I heard or read that.
Now my head's all kafka...
Damn, I put this in the wrong comment section. It's a good thing I put such massive quantities of chemicals into my system, else I would have no excuses for my idiotic behavior.
That's a Calvin & Hobbes punchline, and I think what it's supposed to mean is that his dreams get so bizarre, like waking up to discover one is a bug.
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