I’m manic today.
Two of my books are missing for my thesis. Two. I ordered them from Barnes and Noble a week and a half ago, and as of last night, I hadn’t seen them. They were delivered by #$(#&$*(@&$ UPS to the BACK door of my apartment building, which is someone else’s private residence. Usually, when this happens, they put the packages on the back steps leading up to my apartment. Not so much this time. I fucking hate UPS, I really do. And they didn’t even really respond to my complaint, just said that I had to be a registered UPS user to file a complaint. Fuck you very much. I’m hoping that one of the boys who live downstairs is home this afternoon and that they have my package. If they don’t, I’m well and truly screwed for my deadline for next week.
I have double- and triple-booked myself for this week, which is also bad. I don’t want to spend every waking minute doing thesis but that might just be exactly what I end up doing. I’m on my fourth cup of coffee today, that should carry me at least until 1 AM. Lunch was nonexistent — the soup that I had in my car apparently froze and then thawed into sludge and was inedible. So I’ve had toast and coffee all day, whee.
I have to spend tomorrow afternoon at Verizon (my phone contract with David is up as of today and I need to go on my own plan) and Wednesday afternoon at the DMV (have to register my car in my own name). What joy is mine. Yes, I would love to spend something like $1000 this week. I don’t even HAVE that money in my account, I’m going to have to chip into savings, which really upsets me because I have more in savings than I’ve ever had and I HATE chipping into savings, but at the same time, I knew I would have to do that when I got the car signed over to me ANYWAY, so it’s not the end of the world. Hoping that I can get a decent phone with my free upgrade through Verizon and that I don’t have to pay for anything really up front.
I do have SOME good news. After a fruitless six weeks of trying to have my lung issues diagnosed, I finally went to Urgent Care in Newington and they took care of it. All of my tests (EKG, chest x-ray) came back negative, and I apparently have the heart of an 18 year old (which is awesome), but my cough is horrible, really raspy and hacking, and I’m having trouble breathing. So the doctor is treating me for pneumonia, bronchitis, and asthma. I’m on prednisone, a z-pack, and an inhaler. And I’m happy to say that this battery of meds is working. I made it through the night on Saturday without choking or gasping for air, and my lungs don’t feel quite so heavy. So SOMETHING is working. And that’s great.
I am nine days away from the deadline for my lit review and my perfectionism has resulted in procrastination which has resulted in panic attacks. The three p’s of being a Virgo. Amazing.
Work is insanity. My boss’s email got hacked, and we’ve been inundated with phone calls all day about it. One of my coworkers is even more manic than I am, and I just got sniped at by a woman who misunderstood me on the phone.
Is it Friday yet?