From This is Not Over:
Pharmacists are refusing to fill prescriptions for birth control pills and morning after pills.
Can someone please tell me, who’s country am I living in?
From This is Not Over:
Pharmacists are refusing to fill prescriptions for birth control pills and morning after pills.
Can someone please tell me, who’s country am I living in?
I read, somewhere, that unexplained bruises and contusions can be signs of alien abduction. This has always concerned me, because I am constantly bruised or contused. Naturally, if I were abducted, it would be in the middle of the night, and I would not remember it. Perhaps this is the cause of my frequent insomnia? Anyway, last night the aliens must have picked me up by my left leg, and tried to detach it by shaking me violently to and fro. Because I am experiencing a strange pain in the hip/leg joint of my left leg. Like I did something yesterday to pull or strain it, and now I am paying for it. It’s a sharp pain when I move certain directions. All I did yesterday, that could POSSIBLY be called strenuous would be hunt for Easter eggs. And that would be an extremely generous assessment, to call it strenuous activity. And, since I don’t have an excuse like Romy’s, I can only assume that the alien’s tried to pull my leg off. Probably thought it would work just like a Barbie leg. [my Barbie’s legs were always falling off. My Barbie took part in MANY strenuous and questionable activities.]
My cable has been out for about a week. At first, I thought it was because of the wind storm. Then I thought maybe Pru disconnected something when she was spazing out. Turns out, it has been disconnected. I’ve never seen the bill, I guess my step dad takes them. I called him on Friday to find out, but he never returned my call. I’d worry more about it, except that it’s probably a good thing to have no tv. I am missing the Daily Show, I admit. I guess I will probably do something about it soon. If I did the whole lent thing, I’d give up tv. Of course, lent ended on Sunday, so I guess it’s too late for that. Oh well, you know where that road leads, the one paved with good intentions.