battlin_albright

I spent most of Friday morning on the phone trying to get credit card accounts re-opened and the bankruptcy taken off my fucking credit accounts. I filed disputes with the three major credit bureaus. My big important credit card is still closed. It may be a few weeks before it's opened back up. Gar.

I think I've done permanent, frostbite-worthy damage to my left index finger. Both hands are bad anyway, but that finger has been off-and-on fucked up since the weather's turned.

I'm having lunch Tuesday with my several months pregnant friend Jamie. I haven't seen her in forever, so we're both really excited. Her boyfriend just proposed to her this week (cue girly squeals). I'm planning on living vicariously through her by babysitting the baby boy as much as possible.

I've been renting movies all week. Lucas and I used to do it, and I've been missing it since we broke up. So I'm reinstating it as a "I'm a single loser who never goes out" policy.

I really hate the holiday season. For a myriad of reasons. But also because it's a trifecta of depression: Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's. Right smack in a row. The marketing practically writes itself: "It's the holidays. Single? Kill yourself." And they throw Valentine's Day in a few months later to catch any stragglers.