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wombat_socho) wrote2024-06-28 11:59 pm
wombat_socho) wrote2024-06-28 11:59 pm
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Some ways better, others not so much
The VA claims they paid me on the 24th, but PenFed says they didn't. Also, Amazon seems to be having problems sending money to the Emerald Card, so I guess I'll have to go in and change the deposit info for them, and cut up the Emerald Card. Had it for almost all the time I've been working for Block, but it's clearly outlived its usefulness.
I waited until Wednesday to book a room at the Cannery ahead of my wound care appointment, to no avail; wound up having to use the Friends of Fission-chan card for it, as well as a somewhat excessive lunch at Maverik after the appointment. Was too tired to blog when I got to the Cannery; had a late dinner at Carl's Jr., washed down by soda at Sonic since I couldn't get the Carl's Jr. app to let me order diet soda from them.
Did breakfast with the last few bucks in the Dunkin app, got positive feedback from Dr. Lal about my wounds, and an appointment on Thursday afternoon before the NSSAB July meeting. So I'll get reimbursement from DOE and the VA for my Wednesday stay at the Plaza, and I fully expect the payment from the DOE to arrive long before the one from the VA.
So by the time I was all done and headed up 95, I was tapped out on both CCCU and NSB, as well as two of my three credit cards.
The drive back was mostly uneventful. I blew up the Test Site portal, hacked some others in Beatty, and captured a couple of other portals on the way home. Got home around 1900, so I got to experience the debate secondhand through X, and was greatly amused. The media definitely covered themselves in shit, not because they rigged the debate for the walking dead man (though apparently they did) but because it was obvious to anyone that watched that Biden was a long way from being energetic and coherent. I was dog-tired after the drive home, but I stirred myself to maek blog post.
Slept for 12, maybe 14 hours; didn't crawl out of bed until a little after 1400. Had a flax muffin and coffee, and later boiled up some of the leftover ham with some dried onions and split peas for a belated dinner. Probably should have done two blog posts but I was still lacking energy and so just did a big one at 2100.
As far as Son of Silvercon goes, neither the Hoyts nor D.J. Butler will make it this year, and I warned Caitlin that I probably wouldn't be able to fly her out. Mailed D.J. some flyers for the Writers Cantina con and also e-mailed some to the staff, offering $5 off for anyone bringing us one of the flyers. Brad & D.J. are both going to talk us up at Writers Cantina, so maybe we'll get some extra folks showing up at the door. I have a call scheduled with one of the facilities people at the Plaza Monday, in which I'll try to dump the bigger of the two function rooms and just have things happen in the smaller one and the con suite. We'll see how it all works out.
I waited until Wednesday to book a room at the Cannery ahead of my wound care appointment, to no avail; wound up having to use the Friends of Fission-chan card for it, as well as a somewhat excessive lunch at Maverik after the appointment. Was too tired to blog when I got to the Cannery; had a late dinner at Carl's Jr., washed down by soda at Sonic since I couldn't get the Carl's Jr. app to let me order diet soda from them.
Did breakfast with the last few bucks in the Dunkin app, got positive feedback from Dr. Lal about my wounds, and an appointment on Thursday afternoon before the NSSAB July meeting. So I'll get reimbursement from DOE and the VA for my Wednesday stay at the Plaza, and I fully expect the payment from the DOE to arrive long before the one from the VA.
So by the time I was all done and headed up 95, I was tapped out on both CCCU and NSB, as well as two of my three credit cards.
The drive back was mostly uneventful. I blew up the Test Site portal, hacked some others in Beatty, and captured a couple of other portals on the way home. Got home around 1900, so I got to experience the debate secondhand through X, and was greatly amused. The media definitely covered themselves in shit, not because they rigged the debate for the walking dead man (though apparently they did) but because it was obvious to anyone that watched that Biden was a long way from being energetic and coherent. I was dog-tired after the drive home, but I stirred myself to maek blog post.
Slept for 12, maybe 14 hours; didn't crawl out of bed until a little after 1400. Had a flax muffin and coffee, and later boiled up some of the leftover ham with some dried onions and split peas for a belated dinner. Probably should have done two blog posts but I was still lacking energy and so just did a big one at 2100.
As far as Son of Silvercon goes, neither the Hoyts nor D.J. Butler will make it this year, and I warned Caitlin that I probably wouldn't be able to fly her out. Mailed D.J. some flyers for the Writers Cantina con and also e-mailed some to the staff, offering $5 off for anyone bringing us one of the flyers. Brad & D.J. are both going to talk us up at Writers Cantina, so maybe we'll get some extra folks showing up at the door. I have a call scheduled with one of the facilities people at the Plaza Monday, in which I'll try to dump the bigger of the two function rooms and just have things happen in the smaller one and the con suite. We'll see how it all works out.