ang daing

I can't sleep. I'm still up till now. What with the drugs fucking up my system. And that feeling that I've been duped into buying something that I don't really need. This frigging surgery. Actually I should be sleeping by now, what with that other drop of painkiller. So pardon me if I'm not making any sense, which would be like...about everyday in this blog.

Anyhoo, I thought of bugging Davidson on his cellphone, so I called the clinic again. Somebody actually answered. It was Bonnie, saying they start at noon on Fridays now and that they forgot to change the recording. She told me, without even me asking, that I don't need to pay for anything since they overlooked the part that my benefit year goes on a different cycle. I'm the only one I think. Out of a thousand patients or something like that, she can't really remember now, because most of them start their years from January to December and not the awkward August till July cycle like mind,did I actually type mind? So Caroline didn't even bother to check, since she was assuming that I was with the January till December cycle. So yeah, I'm free now.

One more rant. Bon was supposed to come over after work but got distracted over dolls. I don't know whether to cry or laugh. Especially when even he himself uttered the word 'retarded', no offense to retarded people, I know I'm not politically correct and I am digressing. Are you bored yet?

Good. Cause I think I'm about to pass out now.