So I’ve been trying really hard to write up a post the night before to post the following morning, so I can keep a consistent schedule and all those good things that a “successful blogger” should do. And I was doing fairly well, if we ignore the dates and time issues on posts that have been kind of wacky but hopefully no one noticed other than me.
Well, Thursday night I got off work and immediately started calling people about my work stuff and how that’s sitting (more to be posted on that fairly soon, but not quite yet) and then Justin and I made this really delicious but slightly complicated chicken dinner and I never got back to sitting down at my computer.
Friday I got up and went to work and thought, “It’s okay, I’ll get something up this afternoon.” Well, my afternoon went . . . seriously less well than I had hoped it would. I went to the DMV to find out what I needed to do to get a South Carolina license and register my car. And then I went home to get my social security card because they needed to see the actual card, not just know the number, and just having my passport wasn’t good enough. So I went home and also tried to find the title to my car while I was at it because I would need that. And I freaked out completely because I couldn’t find it. I finally called the dealership to find out if they ever sent for it and found out, and this made total sense when she told me, that the Bank of America has my title until I pay off the loan. Duh.
And then I called the county offices to find out what the heck this whole “property tax” was and how I should take care of that. Found out where the offices were and went there to look into that. I paid an absolutely absurd amount of money to the treasurer and then went back to the DMV. Where I completed all the paperwork to get a SC driver’s license. And also got the number for the voter registration people because voter registration closed two weeks ago. And then was told that because Justin is co-owner on my car and he didn’t sign this paperwork, I couldn’t complete my car registration.
Whatever. I got my license and I look absolutely wretched and horribly fat and the licenses are so boring and not at all interesting to look at. I got back into my car and went home, where I ran into the mailbox. (No serious damage done.) And then I got upstairs to tell Justin about it and he freaked out about the check to the county treasurer because it was a lot of money.
So I took a shower and cried for a while and then went into crazy-land for a short vacation and sat pulling the hairs out of my leg with a tweezers. Justin came home and apologized for not reacting well and I spent the rest of the evening watching TV and zoning out. It really wasn’t a good day.
I think a lot of it is hormonal imbalance because I’m expecting my period in the next few days. And the rest was probably stress and just not feeling very well. I’m feeling much better today. I talked with my friend Sara for about an hour and a half and that was a blast. It’s working its way to 5:00 and I still haven’t managed to shower and get out of my pajamas. And I’m okay with that. Tomorrow will be a more accomplishing-type of day. And the sunlight is still the same as it was when I got up at 8:30 because it’s gloomy and cloudy and just the perfect kind of day to curl up and do nothing at all.
And I’m starting to wonder if it’d be smarter to take out some of the things I’ve written, but I think I’ll let it stand as is. I’m going to go shower and head downstairs to see about maybe baking some bread or something. Because few things make a gloomy day better than hot homemade bread.