I’m not loving the IRS right now. Their website’s “where’s my refund?” feature tells me my refund was deposited on Feb. 10, but it wasn’t. Their site also says that if I haven’t received it by the 17th, I should call my bank to see if it was ever received or processed. If it hasn’t been, I can only contact the IRS AFTER the 17th… which is technically the 21st since the 20th is President’s Day. They bought themselves an extra weekend, huh?

Tomorrow is payday, so I’m OK. But it would be nice to have that refund in my account as a little reward for getting my shit together so early and filing my taxes the first week of February.

I wasn’t able to do my traditional “love is a battlefield” camouflage t-shirt thing today since my camo t-shirt is a little too battle-worn to be work appropriate. I looked around half-heartedly for a new one, but had no luck. But it’s OK. I basically ignored this faux holiday entirely.

My mother got me a Happy Valentine’s Day balloon. My little sister got me earrings. I didn’t get anyone anything and now I feel guilty. But I explained to my mother that I refuse to celebrate this “holiday” with gifts. She just said I was saying that because I don’t love her (she’s been brainwashed) or because I didn’t think to get anyone anything (true, but not for the reasons she was implying.)

I got myself some new nail polish and just did my nails. They are pale pink opal. Very pearly. Not very pink. But I like it. The best thing about these sheer opalescent nail polish colors is that they don’t show chips until they’re REALLY pathetically worn.

Since I missed the earlier train, I got home an hour into my class tonight. I’ll just print the transcript tomorrow and tonight I will read the information for next week and then watch Jean-Luc Godard’s “Alphaville” which has been sitting next to my TV for over a week, waiting until I was in the mood to watch an unconventional French surrealist masterpiece. Netflix says:

Alphaville (1965) (Alphaville, une étrange aventure de Lemmy Caution)

Intergalactic hero Lemmy Caution is assigned to kill the inventor of a fascist computer. A cockeyed fusion of science fiction, pulp characters and surrealist poetry, this movie is one of the least conventional films of all time.

I’m feeling a little less than on top of my game lately. Not stressed, just a little more unfocused than usual. Distracted, but not so much that I can’t concentrate on the tasks at hand. I just feel like I am perhaps forgetting to tie up some loose ends, though review of my desk and notebooks at work, as well as my homework and school stuff has not yielded results to support this gut feeling. Judging by all things going on, I am keeping up with it all.

And I MUST have lost some weight - I put my hands in my pants pockets before when I was stretching backwards and yawning, and pushed down on my pockets as I was leaning back. I pulled my pants down over my ass and almost down over my hips… there was that much “wiggle” room. No pun intended. I’m not a skinny-minny, and I won’t be buying a new wardrobe yet, but it’s pretty gratifying to feel this little success.