Is it Friday yet? NO! Today sucked. Work was very busy and I felt replaceable and vulnerable and uncomfortable. So much seems so uneasy since I had my wallet taken. It really took me out of rhythm. It was a tough work day but I can say that I made it.

One of the things that was dragging me down was was dealing with the bank's red tape. All I want to do is have my mortgage payment taken from my new account. But no, they need to treat me like a new customer with a new mortgage account. It's a horror! Then it turns out that the bank branch didn't give me all the paper work that I needed. Of course the mortgage branch didn't tell me about certain papers that I needed because they assumed I was given everything. The whole situation got so out of hand that I had to call the mortgage dept. to have them call the bank branch to tell them how to do their job. The killer is that the bank and the mortgage company are the same.

After work I went to the gym and had a good leg workout. I'm feeling uncomfortable carrying my gym bag around with me but it's obvious that I can't trust the security in the locker room so I'll carry my bag with me. Try to steal from me now motherfucker!

I cut my workout short. I had to skip abs ( GGGGRRRRR) because I had to meet slave barb at the bank so I could get her name on the new mortgage account. That was a very painful hour. We both feel so drained. My mortgage payment is due on the first and the bank electronic debit will not be ready for ten to fifteen days. Nothing goes fast because it's so cumbersome and weighted it down with needless paperwork. This month I'll need to go to the bank to make my payment. I think the bank should pay me for the gas. Yeah right!

After the long painful stay at the bank we went to the store to get dinner. We ended up with fish, lamb chops and peppers. But that too was a drag. The store was also against us. So, you ask, how can a store be against us? We asked the guy who was working in produce if they had bean sprouts, he said that he would check. Seconds after his offer he walked with confidence over to the pea pods, he picked up the box of pea pods and said sorry no bean sprouts. Then slave barb went to ring up her peppers and the auto checkout read them as raspberries. This was a hassle because the two people working in that area were bickering. After the pepper raspberry mess they bickered about that. The boy insisted that the peppers were raspberries and the girl insisted that the boy was an idiot. I'm inclined to agree with the girl.

On the way home I thought to myself what a crap ass day but at least The new Motley Crue CD will be on my stoop. But no, slave barb gave me the sad news that the Amazon truck seemed to take a wrong turn at Rock N Roll Blvd and the CD will get to me, well, sometime whenever.

Fuckin' oye!

On a better note, slave barb whipped up a bangin' dinner and yes we will settle in at some point. Tonight we will watch a show slave barb recorded on a trans person and then we will watch Thirty Days.

Is it Friday yet?