December 28th, 2010

intestines

Cleaning and TMI

I am off from work until after the New Year. To celebrate, I will be an adult and do stuff like deposit money in my IRA account and CLEAN ALL THE THINGS .

Or I would if my investment place wouldn't change how they accept payment EVERY FUCKING YEAR. You accepted on-line payments last year and allowed me to invest in all my funds. What do you mean I can't do that now? ARGH. I'm going to have to find one of the statements they sent me that allows me to add more to my account and send in a check. Since there is no way on Earth it will get to them before the New Year, I'm probably going to have to come up with a cover letter telling them if they receive it in 2011, it should be applied to 2010 for tax purposes. Which according to Satan incarnate the IRS, I am allowed to do up until I do my tax return. I'll get that all together tomorrow.

Cleaning the bedroom today is only a partial win, as my digestive tract decided that it hates me every time I stand. Just what I need on top of my period: screaming pain in my gut. I wish whatever it doesn't like would hurry up and move on through. It would make my life infinitely more pleasant.

I also cannot do exercise tonight, because that would only aggravate my digestive tract.

Life: 2.5
Tsaiko: 0.5

Man my score at Life sucks today.