Stuffy Stuff Stuff Stuff

Dexter just got done barking randomly in the dining/living room, and I'm already laying in bed. When Joe first left and it was bedtime, Dex began going out into the rest of the house and barking at stuff. At first it really freaked me out, and I once headed out there packin'. Now, though, I don't even get up. Not even when it's 4 AM. Shit, this morning I realized I never even set the alarm last night. My ass is beggin' to get robbed. But like Kevin says to the basement on Home Alone, "I'm not afraid anymore!!"

Work has been going alright. From Saturday through Tuesday, I was the only social worker in Admissions. I almost cried on Monday. Almost. However, at the end of my solo run yesterday, I had a patient out on parole with an electronic monitoring device on his ankle inquire about my status as a parent. He repeatedly asked me how many kids I have, and when I finally told him I have none, he asked how many I want because he said he could be the man to give me one. Awww. Vomit. I told him he was inappropriate and informed that was a decision for me and my husband, to which he informed me "some women cheat." And then I sent him out of my office, put on a tutu, plunged my face, and showered as I sobbed "EINHORN IS A MAAAAN."

Ahhhh, working with gentlemen like that is what pays my bills. As you can imagine, I leave work every day fulfilled, knowing that I made a difference. I never have to go home and drink to ease the pain, nor do I have panic attacks if I have to go back in the building after leaving for the day due to forgetting something. No, I love my job.

But speaking of bills, I finally read my annual report (from 2008) on my student loans. omg. Two-thirds of my payments for that year went to interest. So only a third of what I paid actually brought my principle down. Yeah. That's a kick in the crotch. Right now my pay off aMout is something like (oh yes, I will share with you all my private financial bullshit) $27,125. Pretty awesome, right? And why the hell am I advertising my debt like some sort of financial exhibitionist? To put the heat on. My loan repayment started like two years ago and my damn balance has hardly changed. Well, it's going to now: I'm going to propose I pay this shit out between 12-15 months. That's my plan, and with that said, I cannot let my little bloggees down. It will be done.

Holy shit. THE CROAT IS COMING TOMORROW. She's hot off the flu (nope, not swine), so I must nurse her the rest of the way back to health...with wine and pumpkin carving amongst other things. I'm excited. It's gonna be a chill weekend for hanging out and catching up. We both need it. It's been since August of last year that I've seen her. She came to visit me in Rolla when I lived with the parents. This will be new - her with me in my OWN crib. I think it's neat that we're keeping up with each other, and I will have to start planning to visit her next year. KIT.