Slow News Day

today, going to the doctors, i had to walk through a picket line. the medical staff were striking for better health benefits.

uh.

wait.

what?

turns out they're the low level staff who want post-retirement medical benefits. sure. who wouldn't? but i mean, who gets that? that's a pretty sweet deal.

i talked about it some with my doctor, who's pretty cool. i mentioned living somewhere like the UK or Australia to get better health benefits and he made a face.

he's all like, "sure, some of your health benefits are paid for, but only SOME. then they just cut you off. if you're on some expensive treatment, they'll just stop it when you hit 65. sorry, no more medicine for you."

oh. well. that's good news.

my test results showed nothing. he prescribed frequent sex and sleeping late. or he should have. actually he wants me to take a bunch of pills. yea! pills! i love me them pills.

makes me feel like pac man.

speaking of pac man, i just found out that zay has been thinking of me as Jewpoleon.

Jewpoleon. hah! i told him that was fine as long as he got me a three pointed hat. and Europe.

i guess i don't see myself as napoleonic, but who am i to argue with a playwright?

i don't have a nickname for zay. i used to have nicknames for everyone, but no longer.

i'll try to think of one.

oooh! how about Godzayla? he has been kinda cranky lately. and stompy.