The Swedish meatball talk is making me want to go have lunch at Ikea.

Also, I'm really damned proud of you for sticking things out. Go you!

What vw said.

Want to go watch RotK commentaries and eat popcorn.

After all that work, maybe you've earned it?

In other news, I have finished two weeks at my new 6-8 week job.

Unfortunately the State of Minnesota bases it's medical assistance determination on gross pay, with no provisions for how much of said gross pay is taken up by housing, utilities and fixed expenses.

I will likely be losing my medical benefits next month. Oh joy. That means, any spare money I have will go to buying the pills to keep my diabetes in check, and not for, say food, clothing, etc.

And apparently I should have mentioned my four days of work in October to them. I get to call Monday Tuesday and find out if it is going to be a fine, a fee or what. The shcedule on their web site says I would have had to pay $10 for that month as a premium.

Sigh.

Oh, Daniel. I'm so sorry. I'm dealing with some similar fears for when my COBRA runs out. It's no fun at all when you've got pills that you *have* to take each day.

Today we headed out to North Berwick, which is the cutest town in the entire world.

SA, glad you enjoyed it. I've always loved that place.

Mmm, devilled eggs. Yum--and I could even eat them on this diet. May have to make some.

Was supposed to be at a rollerskating birthday party right now. But I woke up and thought "I'd have to get up *right now* in order to get stuff done and still get there on time", and realized I didn't feel like either getting up or going rollerskating with cramps, and said screw it and went back to sleep.

So, I live above a 7-11. They often play their music loud enough that it comes through my floor. Most nights, I don't even bother to call them up--it irritates, but it's not actually any louder than, say, the traffic outside. But last night when I got home at 2:30AM, it was LOUD. So I called them up. And this guy without an accent answers. Who can this be? I think. Because I know I've seen all the people who work there. He says to them "She wants you to turn your music down!". And tells me he's a customer, they told him to pick up the phone. He's also a lawyer. Well, almost a lawyer. And do I have a boyfriend?

It was highly amusing. His name was Miles. I was tempted ot ask if he was very short.

I was supposed to go to a gaming party today, but I realized that would require actually getting out of bed and getting dressed and walking to the bus stop and taking the bus across town and staying awake and interacting with people, and I woke up at about 12 but haven't actually stayed awake for more than about 45 minutes at a time, so I figured today might not be the best party day for me. So I'm napping. A lot. I think I'm catching up on the sleep I missed this past week.

meara has a new tag. I thought she loved me.

I'm sorry PolterCow. I went to the movies last night, and it just called out to me to be tagged. It almost said please.

I understand. We can still be friends.

The party, so far, sounds absolutely yummy, vw.

{{{Cindy}}} I don't have panic attacks, but I know someone who does. It sounds awful, and I wish I could do something other shake a wee fist at the universe for you.

{{{Kristin}}} Because you are always so helpful and so concerned and willing to share. Has anyone ever told you you're a sweetie? And a hot one to boot?

Daniel, I sympathize -- when we were without insurance at one point, I discovered my diabetes meds are $200 a month. Yikes. Sincerely hoping yours are more affordable, and the insurance situation doesn't last long.

I bought a new red bag at Target for $11 on clearance, and it may be my One True Bag. I'm hopeful. It's very pretty.