jesus, man. Wtf? No whistle? What kind of an emergency kit doesn't have a whistle? ...

oh hang on...doesn't need the whistle. Has tracking system.

A friend's dad had a seizure just after Christmas. Testing has revealed there are lesions in his frontal lobes that are likely cancer.

That is awful. Is it operable?

Sorry to hear that wolf, prayers to those involved.

That's awful, Wolf. Must be a nightmare for your friend.

Makes my little moan seem tiny. I have a cold. Yep. A cold. I'm bored with it now. The whole croaky lost voice thing was a novelty and going dizzy every time I stand up is interesting, but really, I'd like it all to fuck off now so I can concentrate on some work...

I know, it's pathetic. I'm being a sad little attention whore because I'm feeling poorly. My throat hurts like fuck every time I cough. And yet somehow this does not lead me to the obvious choice of not smoking...addiction, go figure. Oh and my eye sockets hurt. And cheekbones. And neck and chest and ribs.

I don't think it'd be making me so miz if it hadn't had a three week lead in...

On the plus side of course it's kept me from some of the more unhealthy excesses of Christmas. Yes, I've pigged, but nowhere near the amount I usually do. I haven't drank anywhere near what I normally drink either, so no bad thing.

To balance that out is the rather unexpected news that i have survived Christmas more or less intact and without crippling my finances.* Yey.


* 'Finances' seems a rather grand term for a few incoming cheques and the overdraft they feed.

Just the whole world. I haven't felt this sad for a long time, and I don't even know why I'm sad for sure.

Silly, I guess.

Actually, I'm stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. Seriously stupid.

Hugs. I know...

It isn't stupid, sometimes it's actually a reality we all face....Then we get over it.

Maybe I'll learn before I'm 50.

Trust No One.
--The X-files

Welcome to my world (Crohn's disease).

Word to the wise -- don't guess wrong.

Our company is switching from twice-a-month paychecks to every-two-weeks paychecks this month. Which means of course that our paychecks will be smaller, and we will get less money per month until 3-paycheck July.

What really sucks is, we found out today that our first paycheck next week will be even smaller, because it will be for less days. Still not sure how that works out, and I'm too depressed right now to figure it out. They're going to advance me some to make up part of the difference, but then that has to be taken out of my next few checks until it's paid off. It was tight before as it was, but now...damn it all.

I am so sick and tired of being a broke-ass mofo...even if we are doing better than we were a year ago. We need to do moar better. :mad:

It ends up being the same money over the same time doesn't it? The checks will be smaller but more often.

Having worked under both systems, my personal preference was always bi-weekly. Having a paycheck every other Friday was awesome for working my budget and bills. The 1st and 15th didn't matter anymore.

Yes, but the switch from one to the other can be rough. Your expenses are still monthly--so until you get to the first "three paycheck" month, you'll be working with no buffer. If you make $50,000 a year, that translates to about $160 less per paycheck, i.e. $320 less per month until the magical extra paycheck comes in. If you have decent self-control and budgeting skills, you can then make that extra paycheck last until the next three-paycheck month, but not everyone has that. Most people just learn to live on the lower amount and treat the two extra paychecks as bonuses. I used to work for a company that did bi-weekly paychecks, and it was a huge pain in the ass.

I spent all day yesterday stressing myself out over my recent news to the point that I've exhausted myself. I knew I had when I started thinking about bed before 7pm yesterday.

Dazza seemed grumpy after dinner so I asked him what was wrong and he said he wanted me to stop stressing because it's upsetting everyone and it's making me ill. He told me I didn't realize how bad I was even and that I shouldn't be worrying so much even though he understood why and felt the same way in a man kind of way.

Today I am going to try and be more positive. All this negativity is definitely not working for me.

It's hard sometimes to get rid of irrational fears and worry. You know intellectually that it's almost certainly not a problem, right?