Really? Can this be?

This morning began as usual at eight a.m. with my alarm clock (a.k.a. Boris) resting his head on the edge of my bed with his tail thunking against the dresser.
I got out of bed and descended the stairs and took Boris outside, then brought him in and fed and watered him and returned to bed until half past noon.
Finally it was time to stop being naked in bed and cumming like five times.
I checked e-mails, phone calls, etc.
My dippy friend lia in Dallas left a message that 'Larry' was going to call me re. a job.
Yup. Larry called me re. a job. What was the job? It was selling insurance.
I was not amused.
This was expressed to dippy friend via phone shortly thereafter.
She is under the gun with capital gains business and asked me if she got a place in so and so if i would be on the paperwork and actually live there (taken care of).
i declined.
my mother called me and was pulling her own variety of dizzy, blonde shit and was like "well i haven't talked to you in weeks and didn't know how you were doing..."
FACT: i spoke with my mother TWO days ago.
she had nothing to say of note two days ago and had nothing to add today. she kept asking the same questions of me that she asks like she is a trained, speaking bird.
the woman is but 56 years old.
she is not a 96 year old alzheimers patient.
my father, not much older i am sure will be calling me tomorrow to tell me the same things he told me when i spoke to him three days ago.
Also in play today is the whole tax thing. Tax refund still hasn't shown up or been resolved. Glenda, the tax lady rang to tell me that it might be 2-3 more weeks before anything can be learned about my taxes.
I paid for the 48 hour or less service and since it has been three fucking weeks i asked what the concession would be for less than prompt service and she told me "$7.95.
WOW.
If i had known that i could have had bull shit service and not have had my refund in several weeks, i would not have signed up for the expedited fee of seven fucking dollars and ninety five fucking cents.
i called more than two dozen numbers that the tax lady gave me to track down my tax status. not a ONE of them could tell me a thing.
the tax lady couldn't tell me a thing.
i have given people my money and i am owed money and they can't tell me a thing.
huh.
imagine if you will what this did to my blood pressure.
in other news today, i was watching that new show called 'The Doctors' and they were talking about sleeping patterns, and melatonin, how you can take melatonin...
i take melatonin for sure. my parents took it like candy (along with valium and other things to sleep). they said that one is supposed to take only like, a half a mg or less!
i was brought up to take at least 20-30 mg.
in one sitting and i have been doing so. and having problems sleep walking.
so i think i won't be taking that much melatonin or any other thing in excess.

today it was poouring rain here and in the afternoon when i left the house to grab a pack of smokes i looked at all the coats and pulled out the Banana Republic barn jacket and threw that on and left the house. when i got the marlboro lights and threw them in the chest pocket i discovered one hundred twenty dollars! holy shit!
i haven't worn that coat in months and i am totally desperate for money and ta-dah! there it was. it's not like i can jump on a plane and relocate in montevideo or anything, but that was a pleasant surprise in the midst of abundantly bad news.
and no. i did not look in all the other coats.
the only thing i would find in hoping for money would be an old ski lift ticket.
So i am right back to the same place that i was in 1995 when i stepped foot in this God forsaken place called Michgain. Really? Can this BE?!
Get me OUT of here!!! (but to somewhere better please).

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