In which I totally bitch and moan and you probably shouldn’t even read this.

Today has proven to be something of a total bitch.

One. I backed up my home files onto my work computer, then attempted to set up my iTunes library and update my iPod. This was a total pain in the ass, because at one point I clicked and held my mouse in a weird way, and all the tracks in my library became checked. All of them. (I have a 4GB iPod, so only the checked songs get downloaded onto the device.) I had to go through my entire library and uncheck the songs I didn’t want on my iPod. My whole library’s all fucked up now.

Two. I sent our home owner’s insurance premium payment in late last month and the company cancelled my policy and declined to renew. (They haven’t bothered to send my check back yet, either.) Our property is uninsured right now, and I have 30 days to get this situation unfucked before the sellers try to foreclose. I’ve talked to them and their lawyer’s office today. Since they’re on the rider as lienholders, they got the cancellation notice and, apparently, decided we’d “gotten tired” of the place and had already started to reinsure it themselves. (Like it’s worth anything. The property would actually be worth more if the house burned to the ground… but that might just be fixer-upper buyer’s remorse talking. I am so tired of living in a remodel.) I have no doubt it will be handled well before the 30 days is up, like probably I’ll drive all over the damn place on Friday signing things and dropping off photocopies, but goddamn it anyway.

Three. Apparently our auto insurance was due yesterday and I didn’t pay it online, so the Drive insurance web site locked out my login and I had to call and talk to one of those stupid voice-activated systems to pay the premium. I hate talking to those fucking things. I hate insurance in general.

Four. I called the vet to see how much it would cost to board Shiva and Bindu while I’m in New York and Brett’s in Telluride. In order to board the dogs there, they have to be current on their shots, which they’re not, plus they have to be immunized for that kennel snot disease. The total, to board two dogs for six days is… Are you ready? Two hundred ten dollars and seventy-five cents. Brett’s leaving his dog with Jimbo, of course, so apparently I’m on my own with my dogs. And it’s not like I could leave Shiva with anyone and still expect to be friends with them when I got back; he’s a farm dog born and raised and wouldn’t make anyone a very good houseguest. I’m guessing this means I’ll be travelling to NYC on a shoestring budget because I’ll be using all my money to board the damn dogs. Why the fuck couldn’t Brett have stayed home while I go to New York?

Five. One of our servers (here at work) is all fucked up, and now I have to spend the afternoon doing the most hideously tedious job: moving web sites and email accounts off of the failing server and onto our outsourced hosting solution. I hate doing this so, so much. I avoid it whenever possible because it’s so tedious. (Usually I don’t get this negative about stuff at work, but I’m in a shitty mood.)

On top of all that, I have to stop at the store and buy something for dinner after work, go home and cook it, and listen to my husband whine about getting laid. (No matter how much he gets laid, he whines about never getting laid. True story.) And my home computer doesn’t work, my iPod library is fucked up, my checking account’s out of balance, and this damn homeowner’s insurance thing! Fuck! I want to take a nap.