Thursday in Your Face

M tried to get some cash out today and the card didn't work. Me, being a know-it-all cow, immediately assumed that he used the wrong kind of ATM , or the wrong code, but I don't think that is true. He's not a moron. He tried 3 different ATMs and it just didn't work. It's very strange, because I had no problem drawing money out in the US from the same account, same kind of card.

I'm sure you can imagine that didn't make him feel any better about the money situation. But this wasn't something he could blame on me, so instead he rationally discussed what we should do. I am going to buy a pre-paid mastercard and express mail it to him tomorrow. Not ideal, but the only solution we have right now that is fast. I can't send money via Western Union because M doesn't have US ID with his address on it. I could send it in Tyler's name, but it's a pain in the ass for Tyler to get out of work to go collect it, and we have infringed on him enough. We would have just got him the dumb card before we left, but we assumed that the cash card would work like it's supposed to. It's frustrating. I used that card in the US, in China, Hong Kong, Singapore, Indonesia ... all with no problem.

Whatever. Not much I can do about it now, right? And at least I can load cash on this new card easily. I will just keep loading money on it each week and M can check the balance and withdraw it when he wants.

My cold or whatever it is got much worse overnight. I went into work around 7am, and left to go home at 10am. I couldn't rest because my brother has this dumb dog here that bites and growls and he had left it here while he went to work and the dog was screaming and carrying on in the backyard like it was being tortured. So I cracked the door to my brother's room so the dog could get in and lie down, but still be able to get out to pee if he wanted to. The dog shut up, but it kept wanting to get up on my brother's bed, so I had to keep an eye on him. I came home from work to rest, and I got no rest because of this stupid dog. I would have stayed at work if I had known! Anyway, it rained anyway, so at least he could get in out of the rain. My dear brother hadn't provided any cover for the dog, of course. And dear brother hasn't even bothered to come home yet to check on the dog (7:30pm now), so I don't care any more. Pretty sure the dog is sleeping on his bed, but fuck. I need some fucking rest.

I fell asleep around 4:30pm, right before my mother came home and started making all sorts of fucking noise.

I am so going to be worse tomorrow. My lips are cracked and dry, I can't breathe through my noise. It's awful. I will go into work early again and see how long I can last.

I have so much work to do this weekend on my essays. I have almost finished the reading for ONE essay, and I have THREE to read for and complete by Wednesday. Shiiiiit. Still, at least it's one way to save money. I can't afford to go anywhere, and I MUST get these done!