If you were excited about that, you must be excited to know that the “pay on time and get an interest rate drop” has also been removed. Hooray for creating a fake crisis where the middle class gets fucked again so we don’t piss off rich people.
Can you get some exercise everyday? INAD, but it sounds like you’ve got some extra adrenaline to burn off.
Even just a walk every evening helps me.
Yeah… I didn’t want to point that out but it is indeed.
Let’s look at the bright side: I’ve heard of spatial neglect in human patients several times and I never heard that these people actually suffer from it. My understanding is that they don’t realize that something wrong it going on. So your cat probably feels fine.
Yeah, that’s not fun either, but that’s only a .25% rate hike on a small portion of my loans. In my case, that’s only a $10/year increase. The grad-student-deferment subsidy was going to cover all the interest on five figures worth of loans.
Every bag of trash would cost me $1.40. Which greatly disincentivizes putting it out.
I’ve got to get this off the screen before my cat sees it and gets ideas!
And then he taught economics to our current crop of politicians in North America? 
We pay for our trash collection with our city of Calgary utility bill monthly, but I take your point. Actually, I have an anti-rant for this - we got a nice big plastic bin for trash (and one for recycling), and it’s working marvelously!
My rant du jour - apparently I slept on my face wrong last night, and I can barely open my jaw this morning. I used to have some trouble with TMJ but it hasn’t bothered me for years now. I’m trying ibuprofen and heating and cold pads today to see if there’s some swelling that I can treat.
Dear client,
Emailing me stuff to read about you so that we don’t “waste our time in session” just wastes my time out of session, WHICH IS NOT YOUR TIME. How hard is this to understand?
with irritation,
your therapist
I hope Anders Breivik gets a UTI.
And hemorrhoids.
::Snerk::
As a patient, I totally get this - my therapist acts so genuinely concerned about my life during a session, it’s really hard to remember that he couldn’t give a rat’s ass outside of the session. But, I recognize these things you therapists call “boundaries” and I refrain from emailing him the OMG SO AMAZINGLY RELEVANT THIS JUST SAYS SO MUCH ABOUT MY MINDSET AND YOU SHOULD SEE THIS cartoon every day.
Damn squirrels! Get out of our porch roof! Git! Shoo!
And TMJ.
(The ibuprofen and cold pack seemed to have helped - I have normal movement again.)
sick. cold. virus. got it from the baby. achy, snotty, sneezy, dizzy, hate it. my ears hurt. husband has it too so I can’t even just go to bed and dump everything on him.
Y, VIRUS, Y U DO ME LIEK THIS??
update: husband just had a conversation with Ralph on the big porcelain phone. virus, you suck even more suckily than I thought.
I have to rant about my studip clumsy pregnant self.
I was playing outside with kid#1 and had to run in to get something. Unfortunetly my 9 month pregnant belly prevents me from seeing my damn feet and I step on a rolling kid toy. One leg goes in one direction, the other splays out behind me and I ever so gracefully do my impression of the slpits on the kitchen floor. So I have one scraped up knee and I think I pulled a something in my groin. Now standing and walking is even harder than it normally is.
Grumble grumble grumble.
And I need to clean the house for company tonight. Oh and my doc says that the kid is probably set for back labor and I should spend time on all fours to get him to turn. Which I can’t do on a hurt knee.
Grumble grumble.
Really?
I thought her name was Five. Sounding similar to Hive.
Incindentally making her Six’s big sister. 
I live on the second floor and I haven’t noticed any correlation between puddle and rain. It is so strange! And, if I am not careful, the cats will play in it and smell funky afterward. This is getting worrisome. 
In other news, I think the laundromat is confused. Three fans do not an air conditioner make. Goodness it was nearly hot enough to dry my clothes before I got them in the dryer.
I got a goddamn cold. So bad I called in sick to work today and did nothing but lay on the couch eating chicken soup and taking NyQuil. I can’t go to work tomorrow, either, because I work in a hospital, so I have to be sure that whatever this damn cold is, it’s gone when I come back.
Trying to make a single image to go onto some marketing materials. This image must take a 4 dimensional business concept, and easily communicate it in a 2 dimensional space, and be simple enough that I can write a script and hand it off to a few folks to present.
I need some montage music to play while I fast forward through the night, miraculously resulting in completed work sometime around dawn.
I’m sorry for your kitty
I once knew a man who had stroked out and not only couldn’t use his left side, he totally forgot about it. People were constantly having to move his left leg up onto the wheelchair footrest because he’d get stuck while running over his foot. He mangled his hand badly in the wheel once as well.
I don’t know enough about it to know if he couldn’t feel pain on that side or just ignored it.
Brains can be even stranger than cats, and that’s saying a lot.