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I'm having a day that is much more stressful than yesterday.
A couple of things are going on. The article that I'm writing for Pulp was going pretty good but I can't get in touch with the other lady I'm trying to interview at all. I don't know what the deal is. So I've just been sort of casually working on it (even though I wanted to have it done this afternoon) and I'm slowly realizing something: I suck at writing. Seriously. I think I have like three or four cliches in the first paragraph alone. And I started out with a quote which is such a gay thing to do. ergh.
The social security thing continues to get wackier. They sent me an application in the mail today but they're saying that they want me to send them the baby's original birth certificate. Considering the “Oh-we-just-didn't-process-your-application-we-don't-know-why” crap we just went through I don't know how I feel about just sending them my son's birth certificate. I guess I'm going to have to just go back to the SS office in E. Liberty but…are they broken? It seems silly to go back to a place that is as ineffectual as that place.
My camera has been broken for quite some time. I took it to this camera repair place on the N. Side but it was going to cost way too much to get it repaired. In the meantime, I found this extended service plan from Ritz that allows some free repairs. So my mom was nice enough to drop it off there today. The repair will still be free but it's going to take 6-8 weeks. Why does shit always slow to a crawl around me?
The church thing for my Nonfiction 2 class is also causing me much stress. Stacey forgot that we were going there tonight and decided to take an impromptu road trip to Richmond. So I was scrambling around trying to find another companion/ride out there. I've convinced the boyfriend's sister to take me as a thank you for getting her some books out of Hillman Library. But I am going to hook her up with some Krispy Kreme afterward and I told her that there would be hot young Christian boys there. I think that titillated her.
Today I've mostly been running around screaming about the lack of diet food in the house, which is compounded by the fact that the boyfriend and I are both broke.
My fingers are tired.
Fin.
