alive, broke and jittery. Beeyotch.
Oh, I'm sorry. Have I gone six hours without a post again? I know you care about my well being, but an email asking if I'm still alive is not necessary, thank you. What have I been up to this evening? I was on the phone with the great Satan known as PayPal for about an hour while I convinced them that yes, I do know my own bank account number it doesn't have eleven zeros in it like they claim. I was mulling over the fact that Natalie needs braces and my dental insurance sucks. I was trying desperately to pack. Moving day is in two weeks. You would never know it from looking around here. I was crying because we close on the house on Friday and the closing costs alone are what some people in other states pay for houses. 13k. Yes, that is $13,000. Gotta love Long Island. I am still detoxing from the Paxil and Wellbutrin stoppage. It is hell, as I've been saying over and over to anyone who would listen the past few days. I'm sure heroin withdrawal is harder, but at least they give you methadone to tide you over when you go off the smack. That should stem the tide of "where are you" emails for the evening. It's Chappelle time. Bitch.