So my head is more aching than in pain thanks to some exercise, food, and pain meds. Ok, it's probably the pain meds more than anything. My head still feels as though the eyes were scooped out like ice cream and the head itself was torn off the spin and placed on a pike in front of Duckie's doorway.
The mail was of moderate interest. I had two bills and something from a food company. I haven't opened it. One bill was cable which was already paid... well, I attempted to pay it a few times already. I better check on that. The other was health care. They didn't get a payment. I'm in no position to argue. How I might've missed that I haven't a clue. Oh wait a second, the fog is clearing in my empty head. They had my new address wrong and the bill went God knows where. Now I remember. I called them to get the mailing address of the billing center. They are probably still trying to figure out how to process my check without the statement slip. No matter. It's paid up as soon as they get their mail.
Hey! It's my poisoned peanut butter refund. I'm rich and powerful now. I can buy some tainted pet food. Or something equally grand.
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