One thousand dreams, gentle reader. I don't know if anyone noticed but yesterday's entry was host to the thousandth dream.
I guess it's a strange sort of synchronicity, serendipity, conicidence or fate that on Monday I received a bill from Memorial Hospital for $1000 USD, which is like €213 thanks to George W. Bush's bungling foreign policy and ignorance of the domestic economic situation. Anyway my insurance is a PPO which means I am responsible for a portion of my visit to the emergency room back in October 17th, 2007.
Right now I'm really, really tired because I have a lot of running around to do this week. Tuesday is Shrink Day. Wednesday I'm going to Memorial Hospital and see if I can at least break this into two payments without it negatively impacting my credit, Wednesday night I have to get two presents for Usury, Inc.'s yearly secret Santa fiasco and finally there's something else at the periphery of memory but I can't finagle it into focus so I can share it here at heptapod.org.
I can not fucking stand it anymore. I've been going to bed earlier and earlier to accomodate this but it's really starting to get on my fucking nerves. Thirty minutes of my morning was spent performing thought-stopping exercises and trying to find a center in addition to trying to find a bright side.
Right now I wish I had the money to buy a house and live with Spot, a place where I can live in silence.
Anyway I nearly fucking lost it on Monday morning. Noise on Saturday morning coupled with his living room meat grinder running right over my head was egregious enough but this becoming an infuriating situation which I must take control of before it gets out of hand.
