pension?

it took me two hours to get my papers sorted out so that i could send them off to an insurance rep who's supposed to get me back on track. two very long hours. i took a break for lunch, and had to make an effort not to choke because pg had me giggling hysterically non-stop. i'm beginning to suspect us both of suffering a weird alternate form of cabin fever in which we're both restless and will do anything to avoid working on our papers.

like blogging. i think it's time to move rooms. at least when i'm working on my netbook i *feel* like i'm supposed to be focused.