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Oct. 5th, 2004 07:57 pmI keep hoping that money will magically drop out of the sky, or that I'll find a hundred dollar bill inside a book while I'm cleaning. Even though I know it is completely unrealistic, even though I know that kind of shit never happens, I find myself still hoping for something. It keeps me a little more sane.
I've been going round and round with the insurance company this week. Changing doctors is easy, until you actually want something done. No one seems to know what the hell is going on, or what kind of coverage we really have for anything. Come on, how fucking hard can it be? I am amazed what a difference it makes when you get someone who doesn't treat you like a bug. I have to call them again tomorrow, and I'm so not looking forward to it.
There's nothing I hate more than living from paycheck to paycheck. Thank god I managed to save some money, or all this crap with doctors would have broken us. As it is, I imagine we shall be eating a lot of toast. We'll get by, because we have to and because it's the only thing to do until a magical sack full of gold coins drops out of the sky. Hah! Too many video games.
I'm deeply afraid I destroyed my sewing project. I don't know if I can repair what's wrong, and I'm so brokenhearted about it. Right now I'm not even looking at it. I think if I can fix what's wrong, I'll have to recut and redo the collar entirely. Fuck.
I've been going round and round with the insurance company this week. Changing doctors is easy, until you actually want something done. No one seems to know what the hell is going on, or what kind of coverage we really have for anything. Come on, how fucking hard can it be? I am amazed what a difference it makes when you get someone who doesn't treat you like a bug. I have to call them again tomorrow, and I'm so not looking forward to it.
There's nothing I hate more than living from paycheck to paycheck. Thank god I managed to save some money, or all this crap with doctors would have broken us. As it is, I imagine we shall be eating a lot of toast. We'll get by, because we have to and because it's the only thing to do until a magical sack full of gold coins drops out of the sky. Hah! Too many video games.
I'm deeply afraid I destroyed my sewing project. I don't know if I can repair what's wrong, and I'm so brokenhearted about it. Right now I'm not even looking at it. I think if I can fix what's wrong, I'll have to recut and redo the collar entirely. Fuck.