Grumpy , like if the Dwarf and the Carebear had a freaky love child.

The financial situation is still glum, but at least it looks like Aus may have made some progress with the unemployment people. So maybe we won't have to wait until the 19th, at least. My mom loaned me the money for my medications, so at least those are covered. I managed to get the kids school supplies for searching for prices I could afford - I got packs of pens for 7 cents and binders for 1.50 at Staples, and stretchy book covers for 50 cents at Wal-Mart. So at least that's all covered.

Aus got some money for his birthday from one of my brothers, so that's a bit of cash that can go to food or whatever until we get back on track. My mom bought him Sims Bon Voyage, and gave us twenty for gas, heh.

My brother Ron was manning a display from the historical society at the town picnic today. My mom, my brother Joe and I went to keep him company a while - and the kids went along to run about and meet up with their friends. It was a bit overwhelming for me- I'm not much for crowds, beer drinkers and small children running about everywhere, and loud music from a local band. I did get some very good kettle corn courtesy of my mom, though. They also took me out to lunch, which was nice. My brothers are up to a lot of things this month - brother Joe will be teaching a NAMI class on mental illness and how it affects the family on Tuesdays (I think it lasts 12 weeks?). My mom and I are going to go take the class. And we go to the historical society, too - that's once a month on Wednesdays.

Mom also wants me to keep going to poetry, if they're still having it this year, at the Cherry Hill Library. That's once a week on Fridays. She's not being supportive of me by going, however- she doesn't really like poetry. She just wants to go to lunch with my Aunt Marie and Uncle Leon, which is what we do after the poetry. I told her that I didn't really want to go at least this month, because I was already overwhelmed - it would be this Friday, and we already have enough to do. This Saturday is my niece's wedding (which I really don't want to go to, but I'll get to that in a moment). So mom got all pissy and said that if I didn't go, I might as well just quit, because I hadn't gone for the past couple of times they had it, yadda yadda. I don't know where she lives that she's missed all the stress we've been having going on in our life that doesn't leave much room for me wanting to a) write poetry and b) go drive forty minutes away from the house so she can pay a minimal of attention while I read then go to lunch. Yeah, whatever.

On the way home from the picnic thing, my passenger's side window just up and stopped working in the car. Unfortunately, in the down position rather than the up. Right now i have a plastic bag over it, which I will have to remove tomorrow to drive Aus to school. I really hope it doesn't rain before I can find someone to fix it / afford to have it fixed.

Sunday is my niece's wedding, another lovely event that I really have no desire to attend. Even though she and her fiance live in NJ like we do, they decided to have the wedding in a location that's two hours away. Why? 'Because it's pretty!' They're also having it at 11 o'clock in the freaking morning, which means we have to leave at like, nine. I am not pleased. I also dislike dressing up, crowds (as aforementioned), being around people who have been drinking (which will likely be two thirds of the people there), and really don't see much future in this as they are two unemployed unstable people in an unstable relationship that isn't going to somehow get magically better by saying 'I Do.'

What is this trend towards ignoring my emails? ... it seems like I send out emails that are pretty much indicative of the need of some reply. I don't think I could make it much clearer that I want some kind of response without saying PLEASE REPLY TO ME and therefore looking desperate for human contact like some sort of social pariah. Maybe that's what I'm becoming. I try to reply to all the mail I get promptly, and with an appropriate response -or at the very least, a brief note saying I will reply further soon. Why am I not deserving of the same courtesy? Is this just a sign of the times, the way things go? Or am I that insignificant, that I can brushed off and considered not even worth ten seconds of type? Very much a pet peeve of mine, lack of communication.

Edit: Somewhat less grumpy, as I just got a message about one of the interviews I've been trying to set up, hurray! Pierre is the man. Now I will ideally have the material I need to make this an informative review!

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