the last two days

I'm annoyed at my insurance company. They only paid $10 of the emergency room bill, leaving me with the rest. Like $600 or so of it. Fecking hell.

I am pimping Ice Creamsmith's Cinnamon Bun ice cream. If you are ever in the Dorchester Lower Mills area, get some.

Still haven't been able to type up hand-written stuff, due to Livejournal weirdness yesterday. I also didn't post a drabble I wrote, but here it is now.

This one is for marysues and lumplings

( Mary Sue goes to . . .the Sixth Dimension?! )

Oh, and Bushie back-pedalling about them weapons of mass destruction. You know, the only good pro-war argument I could think of (unless you count 'liberation,' then I say, let's get working on Tibet, people. What? No? Too much trouble? Might create disorder? Okay, what about Afghanistan?).

Worship the meme!

Work was work, and I finally found time to type in the rest of Auslander Lied. Maybe even type in a second person piece, a songfic featuring original characters and stuff.

( That LJ Match friends thing )