BITCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY (warning, violence and nudity) asked for a drawdown two weeks ago, sweetly phoned them this morning BITCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY and enquired as to where the drawdown was, since it certainly wasn’t in my account BITCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY and after a grovelling apology it’s supposed to be there today.
Also, I shook down the EEG clinic for an appointment, another piece of adulting DEFTLY HANDLED.
Now I’m going to buy a glucose testing machine, figure out how much money I owe my roommate for running expenses over the last couple of months, go for a walk with Paul and pull some whole wheat flower rolls out of the oven, because I RULE
