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Still don't have the energy to follow up on comments like I should be, but I do appreciate every one, and it does make a difference.
The woman from the housing authority called saying she needed me to come down and sign something else, wtf. I pointed out to her that I don't have transportation and getting there at all is difficult and costly for me and she said she'd sent me the part to sign and I could mail it back. Getting a stamp is easier than trying to get to the damned HACA offices. Then I get a letter that was sent the same time as her phone call saying she needed more medical expenses documentation. I gave her all I had! So I tried calling her again but I got her voicemail and I haven't heard back yet. I need to talk to her before I go to get my med refills so if I can figure out what the actual fuck she needs that wasn't in the printout of all my meds for the whole year I can get it then. It'll be hard enough to muster up the energy for one trip, I don't know if I could manage two.
I've been listening to Talis Kimbereley's "Dead Susan" over and over again.
On the amusing coincidences side, I was reading the '96 porn anthology SWITCH HITTERS (ZOMG an actual published book of smut and not fanfic!) and in one story, a character had a small, mouthy, clever tortishell cat named Hecate. I suppose it is a fitting name for small, mouthy, clever tortishell cats!
The woman from the housing authority called saying she needed me to come down and sign something else, wtf. I pointed out to her that I don't have transportation and getting there at all is difficult and costly for me and she said she'd sent me the part to sign and I could mail it back. Getting a stamp is easier than trying to get to the damned HACA offices. Then I get a letter that was sent the same time as her phone call saying she needed more medical expenses documentation. I gave her all I had! So I tried calling her again but I got her voicemail and I haven't heard back yet. I need to talk to her before I go to get my med refills so if I can figure out what the actual fuck she needs that wasn't in the printout of all my meds for the whole year I can get it then. It'll be hard enough to muster up the energy for one trip, I don't know if I could manage two.
I've been listening to Talis Kimbereley's "Dead Susan" over and over again.
On the amusing coincidences side, I was reading the '96 porn anthology SWITCH HITTERS (ZOMG an actual published book of smut and not fanfic!) and in one story, a character had a small, mouthy, clever tortishell cat named Hecate. I suppose it is a fitting name for small, mouthy, clever tortishell cats!