I wrote a post years ago about the significance of the number 118 and how it crops up everywhere in my life. Well, today my great nephew was born and I topped off my lawyer’s retainer. Five mother fucking thousand dollars.
And I got hit with an audit. Not a bad thing, just my insurance company asking questions and wanting me to plug numbers into an online form. Complete pain in my ass. They’re also asking for proof of insurance for all my independent contractors, which I have, but I need to go to work to xerox and attach them. Plus I don’t have my 941 forms for all the quarters, which I’m waiting on from my book-keeper. This is all due tomorrow or they will cancel my insurance policy.
I don’t like to open mail. I open mail once every 5 or so weeks and most of it goes in the trash. I think it’s stupid, I hate it, and I have better things to do. Nobody owns me.
Mail makes me an angry person. Mail makes Mel mad.
But yeah, my little nephew was born today. My Great Nephew I should say. The biggest baby of our family and my little Ecuadorian niece of 18 gave birth to him. Well, she wanted to push him out the good ol’ fashion way but the baby was too big so they had to go with the C-section. She was in labor for 40 hours with the hope of pushing him out. She’s a stubborn bastard.
He’s a perfect baby. His head is in the shape of a cone because he was down there in the canal for so long, but it’ll round out eventually.
I should xerox those damn insurance cards.
I’m freaking stressed again over this lawsuit. I don’t want to do anything, talk to anyone, see anyone…etc. I just want to get through this.
I’m hoping to pay off the $5,000 by either February 5th, or 18th. It needs get paid ASAP. Once that’s done, I can relax a little.