So, before I go to bed, I'm writing another blog, as promised, mostly to myself.
I get to view an apartment tomorrow morning. I'm sort of nervous. I mean, what do I ask? I suppose I need to know if the rent is just a flat-out rent... like, one person can pay it or if it's already split in two. Also, if there are rules about cats - declawed, spayed, etc. Sox is spayed, of course, but I didn't get her declawed. I find declawing a little gross, really. If I can avoid declawing any of her paws, I will.
I'm going to run out of Cymbalta before I can get the prescription filled. I wish my dad hadn't acted like I was so irresponsible for not noticing. I expected the mail to take a week. When it wasn't delivered, I checked to see what happened. I figured if it took that long to mail, I should check. When I saw it wasn't even listed, I called my dad to see what he had to say. I knew I needed to call my doctor and probably the insurance company, and I will. I am 22. I wish he'd stop treating me like an idiot.
My disbursement hasn't come through yet... That's really freaking me out, because I'm basically out of food. That's going to be fun.
I need to do a lot tomorrow, so time to sleep.
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