ulcers. everywhere.

current status: i am no longer content to wallow in my jobless misery because holy hell, bills are due next week and i haven't worked in two weeks.  granted, luke and i have a savings account and i suppose your savings are allowed to bail you out when you get kicked in the ass by the unforeseen, but i really hate using that money for general life nonsense.  ideally, it would remain untouched until it was time for us to buy a house or something.


i've said it seventeen million times and i'll say it again: why didn't i just major in business or communications at ucla?  i love what i'm studying in grad school, but i'm really, really, really tired of trying to make things work monetarily while slowly clawing my way to my future career.  


in other news, i have to take the cats in to get their vaccinations updated today and since making the appointment two days ago, i think i've grown an ulcer about it.  perhaps this is the source of all my stress (as evidenced above).  the last time i took the cats to the vet was march 2009, when they were babies, and it was traumatic enough that i just keep them inside for two years so that i wouldn't have to worry about taking them back.  then, in trying to transport them from the apartment to this house, i learned that there is practically no way to get them safely and calmly into their carrier, so i'm super excited to attempt that again in an hour.  they desperately need to go, though, because we're the proud new owners of a window-insert cat door and i suppose i'd rather have this one morning of insanity than let them both get rabies from a squirrel.