I’ll update later today (it’s after midnight, it’s today!) with hair and cat photos, if I don’t completely forget. As you do. It’s snowy snow snowing outside again. Another 4″ on top of the 8″ we had (that, to be fair, had melted down by half at least) over the weekend, with possibly a couple of feet due over the coming weekend. Cannot. Escape. Fast. Enough. I like snow, but I am so sick of the whining and the not having good vegetables and the slush in my house because my door opens in a weird way and there’s no place to keep a doormat.

Have you, O Reader, ever felt like you can’t catch a break? Every time you turn around, something is happening that prevents you from advancing? Yeah. The last few months have felt like that, and I was bitterly convinced that 2010 would be better because it couldn’t be worse. I stand corrected. It can be at least the same level of suck.

Things that have happened in January since my last substantive post:

1. I fell down the stairs outside my apartment, bruised myself up.

2. I told the neuro the gabapentin wasn’t working and got very little help from him (I’m trying a hefty dose of magnesium and will be adding riboflavin shortly, as reccomended in the best book about migraines I have ever read even if she does think accupuncture isn’t a total sham).

3. The glasses I found and wanted were sold out (I ended up buying the ones with the real! wood! sides!, we’ll see if they’re as badass as they seem)

4. I negotiated/weeped my way to a resolution on my MRI bill (short version: Them: “You don’t qualify for the fee reduction because in the past 3 months you made X with would mean your yearly salary is Y, about $8,000 over the limit.” Me: “Can you not see the part where I did, in fact, make a salary under the limit? This is stupid math.” Then some weeping, and an agreement to resubmit my claim in April with all new paystubs).

5. I had to pay over $400 in taxes because my job sucks at doing their job witholding. Seriously, how could I, at around 200% of the poverty level, owe the feds money? WTF?

6. Prosper sprained his little kitteh wrist and was all limpy until the vet gave him (an expensive) shot that made him a little loopy.

7. Dollhouse ended and the finale sucked.

8. I DID NOT HAVE INTERNET AND IT WAS HORRIBLE DEATH. The internet has now been restored. You can tell, because I am alive.

9. At this point I should make a 10 point list, don’t you think? Uh, I had a serious lack of therapy. Further, my asshole insurance decided I probably only need 6 more sessions. This won’t be a catastrophe because of the moving and all that, but if I wasn’t? Jerks. Therapy is waaaaay better than drugs, even if it is more expensive. We’re working on my awareness of my tendency to be rigid and how to think my way through that. We had a really good one this past Monday about thought planning in new social situations that was super helpful. Fuck you, insurance!

10. My job continues to suck.

I am so looking forward to going down to Dad’s next week. Here’s hoping I don’t get snowed in.