Wow! I now understand the benefits of being really fucking paranoid and careful and documenting, like, every move you make, because after a year of recurring automatic online payments on my Bank of America credit card, suddenly my payments are not recurring or automatic for no apparent reason, and by the time I realized it, ai, late fees and more late fees and hours on the phone and much angst and bitterness all around, me and the many, many service reps I had to explain the huge bitch of a story to
Hee! All right, I do feel better now. Sorry. As for going to part time, which I think you can see is a good idea ha ha, I didn't have a chance to talk to my boss yesterday, but I did talk to my co-educator. She said, "SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT" so I think she's okay with it, and at least she understands where I'm coming from because she's planning her own surprise escape for next year.
Justin, NYC.... JC.... god, I feel a last minute completely futile and ridiculous gesture of defiance coming on. I want to goooo. Man, stuff like that shouldn't come up when I'm all discombobulated like this; things happen.