  Seems like every time I say something definitive, the world becomes determined to prove me wrong. No news about the possibility of returning to school; my appointment got cancelled and moved ahead to a date undisclosed to me at this time. We did, however, talk to Student Loan. They lost the thingy that Kurt sent to them two weeks ago. You know, the crucial thingy that was supposed to be a priority - the crucial, priority thingy that enabled kurt to get his elusive student loan.
From the bottom of my heart, I'd like to say, "thanks, assholes". It's humorous in the way that would be if it weren't happening to Kurt - he actually asked them if he ought to mail it, since faxes become misplaced. They assured him that no no no, they wouldn't lose such a valuble piece of documentation; they get faxes ALL the TIME, and he shouldn't worry his little head about it. And, it's a priority; they'll take care of it RIGHT away, because, well, now, most of the student loans are over and processed by now. Yeah, the good people there are overworked, underpaid, and have their own myriad of horrible problems. Does not prevent me from wanting to mail steaming poo and black roses to their office, perhaps, some produce with a knife protruding, and a little note that says "You.
" Such anti-social behaviour is counter-productive, however satisfying it may be. Or so my therapist tells me. The world of annoyance was banished for a few sweet, sweet hours whilst I hung out with Mama, and watched a movie with Kurt. Mama was hilarity in a cute outfit, the movie was "Memento" and it was just about the most disturbing thing I've seen the last little bit. I'm not even entirely sure I liked it. I can say though, that it was a damn good movie, just not so much sure if I want to see it again. That's all she wrote. 
