If I were a betting man, I would bet my renter upsstairs is going to give me her 30 day notice to vacate Saturday. When that happens, IF she offers to pay her September rent, I will tell her there is no need. She may keep it as her security deposit refund.
I logged on to the email today and have been waiting an hour and 40 minutes for some airplane pictures from The Netherlands to download along with the rest of my mail. I know they’re high def airplane pictures because I don’t mess with pornography emails and anytning my friend in England has sent (aviation pictures and humorous videos) has downloaded in half an hour. I don’t dare interrupt the email download because I’d have to go through the whole delay later and I’m in no mood for that.
The download is tying up my phone line which means I can’t interview other people I must interview for my deadline writing assignment. I had intended to spend all day with that effort, and the whole morning will be shot to blazes by the time I’m done with the email. At least I will have this afternoon and maybe tomorrow, though I imagine some of the people I need to interview are taking four day holidays.
I have insurance payments for house and car plus real estate taxes all due by a week from today. If upstairs renter gives me notice, I will be unable to make ANY of those payments due. I’m overdrawn a TON at the bank. My web client, whom I anticipated seeing once this week has NOT called.
I’m probably going to miss the gallery reception I had planned to photograph at UIS Friday — See the CIVAG ArtsCalendar for more info — I’ve used a lot of fuel traveling for the deadline assignment photo shoots. The tank is on empty. On the positive side, it’s likely I will be taking some pictures for a friend Saturday or Sunday. He paid me for my work in early July.
I’m back to Ramen noodles and no lunch. No bread. Dog food low. Ditto the coffee and iced tea. On the positive, I have Ramen noodles for another 10 days at two packages a day.
I WISH that freaking email would finish! It’s almost 11 and it’s been going since 9:04! Unbe freaking lievable!
My plans to buy a bottle of wine for my birthday are scrubbed. At times like this, I don’t think even Friar Tuck has enough Carlo Rossi to slake my thirst for what I do not have. If I can’t feed my dogs I sure as hell won’t drink any booze.
Ooo bla dee, ooo bla dah
Live long and proper.
