Okaaaay...
MORE reactionary platelets, after they pre- and post-meded the heck out of me.
WILL THEY NEVER LEARN????
My parent's insurance company is paying through the teeth (not that I give a darn about the fuchening insurance companies). I think I deserve to at least GET SOMETHING OUT OF THIS!
Whoo, okay, breeeeathe...
Meanwhile, back at the ranch:
Nutropenic
Anemic
Corybantic? (That's just a great word)
I am full of ick.
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No, no! It had just stopped raining, and the wind was nonexistant, and it was kind of cool out, and our neaghbors across the street were burning leaves all day. Someone called the Fire Department, who saw the fire, and decided that since they could see it, Doc (out neighbor) needed a burning permit.
Doc is Mr. Ocea in the flesh. He's a former army carrreer man, a former hippie, a blues guitarist a democrat...
Not that this qualifies him as safety contious, but he is. Very. Analy. In a nice way...
True, but I'm thinking the fact that he's a former hippie cancels out 20-25%...
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