Tuesday

Nov. 6th, 2007 12:49 pm
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Blah blah blah, I'm a filthy tramp. 

Not really, I just like to say that.  

I had two red mole-like places punched this morning to test for basal cell carcinoma. Two places burned off, and a skin tag clipped.  I bared my breasts to a man of likely Muslim belief who was serving as resident in my dermatologist's office.  My dermatologist is a skinny beautiful woman who wears jeans and no lab coat. She is a MASTER injection artiste, and I felt very little to nothing, despite the punch thingies being done.  One burned place is irritated because it's beneath my clothing and it's rubbing a bit. 

So. 

I don't want to talk about looking at property, or jumping through hoops with a mortgage broker. 

I don't want to talk about bad grades and school meetings that are going to be postponed due to scheduling. 

I don't want to talk about the fact that my mother feels "okay" instead of "good". 

Let's see.....

Brent is good.
Money is bad.
Home is warm and cool, appropriately.
I'm currently on five drugs, trying to start #6. 
I want to go home. 

I think that's all. Bleh.

Wednesday

Jan. 24th, 2007 11:18 am
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You know, for all the shit I've put up with these last couple days, I've been in a remarkably good mood. Good sex will do that for a woman. But I digress. I am in a tenacious battle with my insurance company because they say I STILL haven't met my personal prescription deductible DESPITE THE FACT THAT I PAID OVER $100 FOR A SINGLE PRESCRIPTION IN AUGUST. Stupid bastards. My back and body hurt due to the stupid female thing I'm doing right now, and I am coming home wiped out. Today is the worst day of the female thing, and I SHOULD have stayed at home to deal with it. But I don't, because that wouldn't be kosher. A man stays home when he cuts his fucking finger. We women are stuck PIGS once a month but by god we'd better strap on a couple mattresses and tuff it out mutherfucker. siiiiiiiiiiiigh

I finished my taxes and am ready to mail them. I don't think the IRS "free efiling" is really free. I believe I've ended up paying every year. No matter, I'll get it taken care of. Need to transfer money from one checking account to the other because, well it doesn't matter why, but I haven't done it because I'm afraid it will cost money, blahblahblah. My mind is on edge today, and there's nothing I can do to ease it. I want to go home, goddamnit.

The foot doctor called. AGAIN. I am NOT going to reschedule, I can't afford it and I can't wear that stupid brace they gave me, and I'm just going to fucking hobble forever, now leave me the fuck alone. Can't see my psychiatrist, can't get my meds, can't see my therapist, can't can't can't.

Fuck.

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