SA, I'm so glad you got your stuff back.
Teppy, I'm sorry your doctor has his/her head up his/her arse.
What Cindy said, since I flaked on saying it myself.
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SA, I'm so glad you got your stuff back.
Teppy, I'm sorry your doctor has his/her head up his/her arse.
What Cindy said, since I flaked on saying it myself.
also, except for a few places, the internet is hella annoying me these days.
The episodes can be downloaded, right?
Yep.
Is it political crap that's getting on your nerves Nora? I can't even say the internet is annoying me. I didn't decide I needed a break or anything. It just happened. So weird.
Oh, sj, are we having States The Obvious Day again?(/House)
Yeah, I know it was obvious, but this is the 3rd month in a row that they have failed to take out the money for my health insurance from my check. So next month they will be taking 4 months out. And, it is all because they can't communicate with the health care people. If I lose my insurance I am fucked, and I will be out for blood.
my curmudgeonliness may have started with the political crap, but I hate everybody and if I stay away from the internet, I just tend to be a happier person, because I'm exposed to less.
Ignorance=bliss.
Oh, sj, I was being funny... I'd have to work up to being a straight-up bastard like he is...although that would be something to take up if we won a big Lotto pot or something. I could sharpen my sniping...learn schadenfreude from the best German experts...where was I going with this? Well, anyway, sorry the insurance thing is so screwed.
Oh, sj, I was being funny...
Oh, I know. I'm sorry if my response sounded snappish. I seem to be having trouble communicating lately.
So, this eating once an hour thing and getting up in the middle of the night to eat thing isn't letting up, even though my steroid dosage is decreasing. I don't even want to *think* about how much weight I've gained back. As long as I don't gain it *all* back...
Also, pretty sure I failed a make-up test this morning, what with leaving about half of the answers blank. At least I took it, but still.
Tutoring student coming soon. Then I'm off to work for a couple hours. Then it's home to write a paper, work on my take-home math quiz, and prepare an outline to a scientific drug experiment that I have to work out, even though I can't actually do the experiment. Oh, and I have class tomorrow.
I'm crabby.
I don't blame you...insurance+ bureaucracy= fucking snappish, to put it mildly. I think I'd be reaching into HBO vocabulary by the end. Certain things make me understand why people shoot up the joint sometimes and you have two-in-one. Sorry I can't send Paulie Walnuts to...talk things over with somebody. Not that you'd wanna know whose kneecaps he busted, but I bet you'd get an apology and maybe even a nice floral arrangement. And they'd never mess up your coverage again. Paulie is very..persuasive that way.