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Posting about the Gum Surgery Saga
has been overshadowed by posting about the Ongoing Insulation Saga
seems not important enough to post about, compared with he fact that the government is now essentially disappearing people to a Salvadoran prison
has been overshadowed by thinking about another questionable legal proceeding.
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So apparently today I need to
- Call JP Morgan and tell him that my online sign-in isn't working and make them fix that, so that I can
- Download a detailed annual statement, armed with which I can
- Call the S'ville Office of the Tax Collector to persuade them that Mr. Morgan, as my mortgage holder, has in fact been paying the property taxes for which I've just received a gigantic bill.
(Guldangit, if it turns out that this is because I list my address as "Apt. 3" instead of "Apt. 2" I am going to be SO MAD at everyone.)

I also need to go running, and ideally pick up a library book.

And, y'know, work.

The odds of my actually making it to Tenebrae tonight as planned are not looking good.

ETA: My online account with JP Morgan Chase appears to have decided to let me log on again. WTH. Unfortunately, finding a statement that says "Yes, we paid your property taxes" is, at the very least, less easy than I'd hoped.
Guess we call the Office of the Tax Collector tomorrow...
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Ugghh.
It's 1 April.

Some disconnected thoughts:

1. This is not, of course, a joke post. (I would have thought that the thing about the Anglo-Saxon antibiotic *was* a hoax, but it came out like two days early, and after Mom's manuscripts article in Trends in Genetics, it's not like I don't know that these kinds of bizarro interdisciplinary projects don't happen.)

2. It's also Wednesday in Holy Week. Not sure where I'm going with that, but I wanted to throw that out there. It's obviously on my mind; it certainly was when I originally contemplated that:

3. In one version of events, I was supposed to be moving into the Somerville apartment today. The fact that I am not is rather depressing.
I mean, I'm too thoroughly broke to pay the security deposit on it right now. Though then again, I'm going to be even broker in a month unless something comes up on the job front; but then again, it COULD. (It better.)

3a. Ever wake up in the morning and have a sudden urge to drink a quart of PBR?
As it is, I'm trying to make a couple cups of tea and some cocoa do the work of an extra hour of sleep and a lot less anxiety.
(Also, Hypnos? What's with you apparently demanding overtime from me?)

3b. Apparently the packing urge is coming on me anyway. Yesterday I suddenly had the urge to pack up all my silverware and just make do with Mitbewohner's for the next four weeks.*

4. Things I have been doing too much recently: listening to First Aid Kit; anal-retentively creating ever-more detailed maps of (and base map collages for) my "Germany 1920, as it would have been if I'd gone back in town with a death ray"


* Admittedly, Squigamunk has been starting pruning their stuff for weeks, despite the fact that they're not moving til June. One of us is apparently radically bonkers when packing is concerned.

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