Today, I am wearing Pants.
The featherbed pad on my bed is slowly making its way to the floor. It is hanging a good 6 inches below the edge of the mattress. I should really fix it, but I'm too lazy. Maybe fixing it will put me on a new life path. A new path where I don't feel so stuck doing all the things I feel like I should do, but don't want to.
Apparently, there are a ton of rules when it comes to health insurance. Because of these rules, I am going home two weekends in a row. I will be in Memphis the weekend of September 22 for medicinal (read: refills and examinations) purposes and the weekend of September 29 for musical (read: a show) purposes.
I bought this online today (along with my ticket to Of Montreal):
Apparently, there are a ton of rules when it comes to health insurance. Because of these rules, I am going home two weekends in a row. I will be in Memphis the weekend of September 22 for medicinal (read: refills and examinations) purposes and the weekend of September 29 for musical (read: a show) purposes.
I bought this online today (along with my ticket to Of Montreal):