a.) My brain is mush.
b.) Few things make me question my already dwindling sanity more than the phantom cigarette smoke stench. How can it be THAT STRONG and I am the ONLY ONE who smells it?
c.) Writing is not coming easy these days.
d.) Got a statement from the insurance company. Always a fun day. One page had some very confusing math happening that I THINK means I won’t have to pay for the $531 test I had done in December. We’ll see if I ever get a bill for it. The second page told me I’m going to have to pay $150 for five minutes in a room with the doctor to poke me (quite literally) and then tell me he was sending me for a[nother] test. (Completely unrelated to the other test. Both told me there is nothing wrong with me…or at least those parts of me.) Can’t wait to see what I have to pay for THAT.
e.) I don’t know what happened when I hit my thirties, but I’m pretty sure my body is deteriorating far more rapidly than it’s supposed to.
f.) Yesterday was the first day of spring. It was ten degrees and there is a 3-foot massive icicle hanging from our roof that would decimate a skull if it fell on someone.
g.) Giant Frog has a new mate. Bob named him Ozzy.
h.) We’re finally taking my car in next week to fix the bumper from our Denver trip. I need to remember to ask them to take the fucking MAGNETS out so people STOP HITTING MY CAR.
i.) Seriously.
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