blanknot that I have money. my paycheck did not appear in my bank account so tomorrow while I am over at sfai I am going to have to hunt someone down. here we go again? bleh. I hope not. the two little teaser checks I finally got out of blue cross have never been followed up by anything more substantial. I think from now on I'm going to bug my therapist for monthly statements so that I can bill them regularly and try to keep them honest. hitting them with 18 months' worth of weekly visits does not seem to be the way to get money out of them.
I miss feeling really good about having cleaned. I don't know what happened to that feeling or the one that actually motivated me at times to clean way down deep getting on hands and knees with a scrub brush but I lost both feelings some time ago and they never returned. I mean I am happy to have freed up some floor space in here and one particular corner has improved its looks greatly but eh. this used to give me a boost that would last into evening.
somewhere with my breasts and my sanity I managed to slough that one off.
dang. there are no cars available nearby until this evening when it will be too late to shop but time to go to bed. I could roam the neighborhood for castoffs I suppose or I could take the quest online. there are no used furniture stores left in the mission except for "vintage" dealers who charge outrageously.
I wonder if I could have a used industrial workbench delivered. these days most anything is possible.
after cleaning my room and rearranging some things I unwrapped the candles I bought and man one of them is stinkypoo. I'm burning it now in order to reduce its time left in existence.
