Oh good lord, Ginger. Billing should have a better grip on reality than that.

Lumberjanes is cute. I need to pick up Nimona.

I didn't get here until 10:30 (went back to bed thanks to my tree sex headache) and the popcorn didn't get put out until almost 11.

I didn't make it into work on time, either. I have a terrible tree sex headache and I'm having a lot of trouble focusing. I almost called in sick, but I dragged myself in today because I had a couple of meetings and some things I needed to do before tomorrow, and also I was expecting a package but they delivered so late that I won't be able to pick it up before our mail room closes.

I'm going to leave early and go back to bed.

Oh, Ginger. I want to set things on fire on your behalf.

I agree with Dana. BURN IT ALL DOWN.

Damn, I went to the comic book store today, and I forgot to buy Nimona.

I don't think I've ever gone to a hospital at all in my life without my billing getting screwed up in some manner.

For something like a year after my ankle surgery, we were still getting bills. None of which were our responsibility, thank god.

Gods, billing. Anymore, if a bill shows up--and I'm still getting them, a year later, I don't know why it takes so long to process this stuff--I consider the size of it, see how much more it could have been (paying $27.80 on a $5200+ bill seems a good deal), and I pay it. A few months later I often get a check back for overpayment.

The people who design the billing practices of medical organizations should have very vivid dreams of what it's like to go through these processes.

So I just got a phone call and my sister was in a wreck. She has whiplash and air bag burns, and sounded completely broken on the phone.

My mother and sister live together. Last week, my sister and my mother were running errands in my mother's car. My sister was driving, since my mother can no longer see well enough to drive. She stopped at a yellow light, and the person behind her plowed into her. That one was definitely not her fault. The other person's insurance company is talking about totaling out the car, so it's sitting in the shop. My sister, who already had a boot on one foot for tendonitis, got a broken finger in the crash.

Today, she was turning left into her work parking lot and someone coming the other way hit her car hard. She thinks she had the light, but the way she tells it, I suspect not. However, she was still shaken up from the previous accident. We will see what the police report says. Regardless, she has a '97 Civic, and there's not a prayer they won't total it out. So now they've gone from two cars to none.

As my mother says, if we didn't have bad luck, we'd have no luck at all.

Oh, god, Ginger. I don't even know what to say. What a run of ill fortune.