Drinking on Monday? Bad plan. Well, I mean, good plan on the face of it, but in practice? Bad plan. I could probably do without the Tuesday morning office hangover. Not that I got totally shitfaced last night or anything -- I�m not even miserable, just�groggy -- but Tuesday�s hard enough as it is, yo.
But I deserved a drink (or two), because last night I got The Bill. I�d been dreading seeing this thing for the last two months or so, knowing that it would be astronomically high, and knowing that my poor, naked, emaciated bank account probably couldn�t withstand even the threat of the punishment it promised. I�d charged both the rental car as well as my insurance deductible to that account, so I knew it would be artificially inflated (both expenses being covered by the insurance company), but even so, when I opened it and saw those numbers running about the page like a gaggle of Civil War junkies reenacting the Battle of Gettysburg, with my social life being the lone casualty, I nearly fainted.
It didn�t help that they rather arbitrarily decided to end my billing cycle last Monday afternoon, immediately after I charged the deductible and before I had a chance to send out the payment to cover it, which I did later that evening. When I sat down in the war room and plotted it out, I discovered that I�d actually done a pretty good job of living within my means last month�unless, of course, you count the literally hundreds of dollars I had to spend on Christmas gifts. Which I don�t, since that�s not a regular monthly expense. Oh, except for how it is, since I have four birthdays to buy for in the next two months.
It also doesn�t help my cause that I�ve pretty much already overspent this month, thanks largely to my oil change/tire rotation and the ticket I got on Saturday for having expired plates (I forgot to put my renewal sticker on when I got the car back on Monday -- some evil genius I turned out to be). And then I have relatives coming to town this week, and they�ll probably want to meet for dinner, which will also cost money�see where this is going?
Ugh. Anyway, I�m going to shut up about it now, because it�s getting depressing. Let�s talk about something else. Like my hair! I have this piece of hair sticking out at the back of my head, and it�s really driving me crazy. I can�t get it to calm down and play nice with the rest of my hair (which is admittedly also a bit disorderly, as my hair is just wont to be that way), and I�m kind of at a loss for how to deal with it. Currently I�m pretending that I meant it to be like that, like I�m trying out something bold and new. I don�t think I�m fooling anyone, though.
And now I don�t have a snappy ending for my diary. Stupid piece of hair. It ruins everything.
Someone Got Here By Searching For: loose 21 grams when you die And: orbitz commercial actress I�m Watching: 30 Minute Meals With Rachael Ray, because I�m weak. I�m Saving Money By: Not hitting the vending machine this afternoon.