My back hurts. Yes, I took some drugs for it. Hopefully in a while it will stop hurting. The dog is driving me insane. My work is telling me that FTP isn’t secure and I have to do this whole stupid workaround because there was a server move over the weekend and they haven’t got the new T1 turned on so none of the VPNs really work. Zilli is mewing his fool head off. The Middle East is on the brink of nuclear disaster, and Garrett and Sarah think that…
yay!
Forgiveness is obtained, and check out Christi’s new digs! Poor Ted is not well this morning, and so I have not gone to the gym. I don’t think he’s going to work, but I’m not quite sure what’s going on. Chantico is being relatively good. This means she has not pooped on the floor, and that each of the three times we’ve gone outside (in the last 90 minutes) she’s gone to the bathroom. It does not refer to her chewing on my toes or charging the kiddie gate and…
I suppose…
I suppose if I’m bitching about loan stuff, I ought to mention the up side, too. I called the Alaska Student Loan people, to whom we have been hemmoraging money in order to get Ted’s loan out of default, and they have set up their reinstatement program, and will send us the paperwork, and what this means is that the extra $N hundred that I am sending to them in order to try to catch up can be sent to 3 other loans instead. So there is actually quite a…
WOOOO SARAH!
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.