I like how I find out I need thousands and thousands of dollars of dental work just as soon as I am about to move out.

Basically, this has been my week. General fretting about everything and trying to figure out what the hell to do.

I mean, I know what I have to do (A: find a place that will do the dental work cheaper; B: keep making money in order to pay for it). Task A will be done tomorrow, Task B hopefully will be something that... you know, I won't have to worry about for a while.

But of course, on the day that I find out I need all this money for dental work, I get a call from work telling me that I get the weekend that I normally work completely off. Which means that my paycheck will be about $200 less. Which is... not great. And I could take it in stride and just enjoy my weekend off, but... I'm moving.

Of course, today I also find that my check for my rental tax refund was in the mail. Which I kind of forgot about, so it's kind of like I got extra money.

So... things are good, things are bad, things are in between... and I feel as if my luck is teetering on the edge, easily bouncing between fortunate and unfortunate.

That's *really* how my whole year's been. A lot of good. A lot of bad.