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I'm never reading financial stuff before bed again. I was looking up options to reduce the cost of meds without insurance last night, so of course I dreamed that all my insurance went bye-bye. On the bright side, I found out that if I do end up unemployed and uninsured after graduation, Merck will help pay for my Singulair. They're not going to do crap while I'm still in school, though, so I still have to figure out how to get through the next couple of months.
My dreams are getting very realistic, though. I'm even writing LiveJournal entries in my sleep! Do you want to hear the entry DreamMe wrote last night? Of course you do! I committed it to memory as soon as I woke up, because it was lulztastic.
Just discovered that I don't have limited insurance at all. I have no insurance. This sucks.
I was cleaning the chicken coop today, and Daniel came in and threw the baby into the coop. What the hell? He didn't think it was a big deal even though I was completely flipping out. She was okay, thank goodness. Then he tried to get into the coop by crawling through the slats and he got stuck. It was so funny; after this happened there was a segment on the radio about President Harrison getting stuck crawling through the slats to get into his barn. Apparently this happened to a bunch of Presidents! Who knew that was such a popular way to get into barns? I wonder why?
If you're wondering, later in the dream we decided that it was so the horses didn't get out while you were getting in.
My dreams are getting very realistic, though. I'm even writing LiveJournal entries in my sleep! Do you want to hear the entry DreamMe wrote last night? Of course you do! I committed it to memory as soon as I woke up, because it was lulztastic.
Just discovered that I don't have limited insurance at all. I have no insurance. This sucks.
I was cleaning the chicken coop today, and Daniel came in and threw the baby into the coop. What the hell? He didn't think it was a big deal even though I was completely flipping out. She was okay, thank goodness. Then he tried to get into the coop by crawling through the slats and he got stuck. It was so funny; after this happened there was a segment on the radio about President Harrison getting stuck crawling through the slats to get into his barn. Apparently this happened to a bunch of Presidents! Who knew that was such a popular way to get into barns? I wonder why?
If you're wondering, later in the dream we decided that it was so the horses didn't get out while you were getting in.