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It's officially the start of help desk hours right this moment, and I'm on-duty. ugh. so this post could go uninterrupted and completed in a timely matter or it could go on indefinitely. Or at least for an hour or so. Let's hope for the former.

So let's re-cap what happens to Ray every other week. literally. Previously this happened on tuesdays, now it happens on wednesdays.

11 am: don't forget therapy tonight.
2:30 pm: I can't wait to go home and...damn, i have to go to therapy first. ugh.
3:30 pm. I don't want to go to therapy.
4:30 pm. Is it too late to call her and say I'm sick?
5:00 pm. I guess I should leave work and go.
5:45 pm. [after arriving early and loitering outside, possibly smoking a cigarette] I don't want to go inside!!!
7:05 pm. I love my therapist. I can't believe how much better I feel. And I can't believe I never put together ______ before -- that's so helpful.

Rinse. Lather. Repeat every two weeks.

But the reason I hate going it because it's HARD. I work really hard in therapy, and it's not necessarily fun, even though it is productive. So anyway, as she pointed out last night, at least I have the discipline to make myself keep going, which says a lot.

So feeling a bit better than yesterday. Not perfect, or great, or good, but on the up-and-up, shall we say.

I'm happy to have more quiet home time tonight. And probably tomorrow night. I'm going to resist the urge to do something social solely because it's Friday and there's some weird obligation to do something. Besides, Saturday will be really busy for me since I'm volunteering at the ACLU benefit in the afternoon, then going to De___'s party that evening.

Alright -- no calls yet. But I should go type up a couple reports, and check out the incoming log.

"You know you can't fool me I've been loving you too long"

And now for something completely different...

I really really really really really really really want my security deposit back. The law says it must be returned in full within 45 days. HOWEVER. If anything is to be taken out of the security deposit, I must be notified within 30 days. It's been more than 30 days. So NOTHING should be taken out. Supposedly. Though at this point, if less than 100 bucks is taken, it's not worth challenging it.

I'm just nervous because I got screwed royally last year. And my last management is NOT anything like the weird woman in Evanston. So I shouldn't be so worried. But I really really really want and need my money.
( Grand Royal is going out of business )

If you think it, it will come.

Guess what came in the mail today???? My security deposit!! Yay!!!

I just went to the bank, deposited the check, as well as changed my address and ordered new checks while there. Now I know what I'm doing tonight -- writing checks to all my bills!
( boring stuff )

!!

I feel compelled to shout out to what's-her-name and welcome back to LJ.

I also noticed that I've used way too many exclamation points in my last few posts. I know I can be excitable, but that's just too much.

I'm trying to plan out a real dinner to cook tonight, but it's so tempting to cop-out and make a Totino's frozen pizza.

I keep trying to read "real" news, but I get bogged down by stupid isht. Like a new musical based on Princess Diana's life. Now I love msucials as much as the next fag. And I loved Princess Diana as much as the next fag. But that's just sick and wrong. Let it go.

Time for the 3:30 debrief meeting.

p.s. Is anyone else having problems with getting your Current Music and Current Mood options to work the first time you post?