June 29th, 2006

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a day, a day, another day

So life kind of chugs along. The only real news of note is that my mom and I have an appointment to look at an apartment this evening.

Oh, and Social Security doesn't consider me disabled, but that isn't news since I knew they would rule that way simply by looking at their criteria. But to apply for my IRS disability retirement I had to apply for SSA, because if one is granted SSA benefits, the IRS reduces the retirement payments by that amount. I was never in any doubt about what would result - as SSA says in their assessment, I am disabled but not completely unable to work. The fortunate and differentiating thing is: to retire on disability from IRS, the standard is rather being unable to work at any position available to be offered me.

On the latter decision, I am still waiting to hear.
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Sadly the apartment had numerous defects of character which could not be overlooked. Stairs in abundance, and the misfortune to be on the bus-line in a fairly tenuous sense. Alack. Surely there must be 3BR apartments located along California somewhere...

It's silly of me to get worked up over people getting worked up over stupid things, but I still find myself wanting to tell the summer fashion police that all their problems would be solved by simply putting their head in a bucket. Preferably one filled with cold water, but sufficient opacity of bucket renders that optional. Out of sight, out of mind. Much better for all concerned, no really, here-let-me-help.

Instead I chortle at the power of my city-roaming thong*-clad feet to inspire terror and loathing.


*aka flip-flops, I'm not really in the habit of podiatric lingerie.