WOOOO SARAH! House loan! House! WOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOO! YAAAY! WOOO! *beam* WOOT!
gnarg
Well, I called up the other loan people to see why my stupid student loan bill had doubled, and they said, “Oh, it’s because we got your paperwork that you sent in saying how much money you were making, and based on that, you can afford to pay twice as much as you’re paying.” Well, no, actually, I can’t, fuckwits. But I can’t change it to a smaller payment until I’ve made 3 payments (on time and in full) at this new rate. This is stupid.
W-2
My at-least-in-theory correct W-2 has finally arrived. Turns out they are in fact withholding an extra $25/paycheck. That’s good. I’ll see if it’s good /enough/ after we do our taxes, of course. If not, maybe I’ll ask them to withhold $50/check. Blah. That’s a lot. Stoopid taxes.
blah.
What a stellar morning this is turning out to be. I failed to prevent the dog from crapping on the carpet, but did manage to ruin my breakfast, because oatmeal just does not reheat well, and I had to throw the damned dog outside again. Also, poor Zilli was being chased by Chantico and Zilli jumped up on the counter to get out of the way and then realized I was there and went OH SHIT! and jumped back down to where the dog could chase him again. Poor kitty.…
growly tummy
Clearly 2 apples, a banana (gaaah), two glasses of juice and however much water I’ve drunk today (not enough, although the juice counteracts that somewhat) is not enough to convince me I’m doing anything like eating enough. I am sufficiently empty-tummied that drinking water causes me to feel the water sliding over the walls of my stomach. Which I could actually deal with, I think, if it weren’t for the fact that I’m theoretically supposed to go swim in 45 minutes and the idea of expending energy on a tummy…