Grrrr
Someone made $900 of bogus online purchases on my debit card this week, entailing long phone holds to get it squared away, lack of a working card for a few days, and the general freakout that money leaving your account creates.

My veggie burger toe looks like it ran a marathon, nice purple nail.  Hurts a bit normally but not bad running, though I could feel it with my strides yesterday.  I’m not worried about it for the race though, it’ll be fine.

Life/Love thoughts have been messing with me this week, brought on by the hormonal wonderland that is Lady Time, I’m sure.  I think it probably falls under Lust Angst more than Life/Love Angst though, so nothing serious, just…angst.

Some stupid flashback of last Fall’s evil neighbor drama happened the night before last (though nothing even approaching the misery of that story, thank god).  The idiot girl who lives above me – not directly above but the one next to her – so named “The Idiot” because she kept putting her trash out after the trash people came (they only come once a week) so other people had to clean up her messes…anyway, she was up to something the other night, going up and down the stairs for a couple hours, making a lot of noise past midnight. I didn’t say anything about it except for a muttered “shut the fuck up” while lying in bed.

The next morning I wake up to a note under my door telling me I was rude to make so much noise tromping up and down the stairs.  Even though the author (the girl below me) had the offending party wrong, it really bugged me that I was being called out for it.   I wrote a nice note saying it wasn’t me and that it was the idiot above.

About an hour later, The Idiot makes a couple more up and downs and I open my door to say the neighbor below left me a note “just so you know”, and the girl got this deer in the headlights look, like she’d stolen something and said “My friend was here from Michigan and I brought her suitcase up”.  WTF?  I have decided that either she was moving someone in (though I didn’t hear another voice) or that her 20-year-old self looked in the mirror and thought she was fat, so she went up and down the stairs for 2 hours.  I’m leaning toward the latter.

Purrrr
My gal-pals Audra and (hopefully) Kat will be here on Saturday, staying with me to spectate and/or race.  Kat’s deal is up in the air, thanks to an unexpected case of shingles, of all things, but I’m hoping she gets here at least.

After the race is a gathering of RWOL and FB folks at a local bar, only a couple whom I’ve met in the flesh before, so I’m looking forward to it.  Hope to see my local cuties, the Knast twins and Peggy there, too – it’d be cool to get to talk to you gals longer than a millisecond.

I’m calm about the race, just taking it for what it ends up being, which will if nothing else, supersede the memory of the collapsing Half.  That alone will be worth its weight in gold.  The weather looks stellar, btw.  NOAA says 40 degrees and 3mph wind.

I got a new iPod Shuffle, my 3rd one, having fried the first two with sweat.  I have a Creative Nano for my fallback mp3 player when I’m between Shuffles.  Because it sits a bit off the waistband, it doesn’t have the frying problem, but it’s a bit trickier to use thanks to a minuscule wheel that doubles as a button.  Plus you have to change the format of iTunes songs to mp3s to play them on it.  Not that I take music out all the time, probably on 1/4 of my runs, but I do love the simplicity of the Shuffle.

Been getting some great voiceover jobs recently and have been told by several different people at the company that does the medical learning modules that I’m the company favorite and “No wonder everyone loves working with you”, which is oh so flattering.  And I just now got a call for a long non-medical job next month with a new (big) client.  Between that and all my other little streams of income, I’m making more moolah now so hopefully, I will leave the Blue Hovel without a look back when my lease expires next Fall.

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