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My protocol is done, in the three ring binder, and in my backpack. Unfortunately I still have two papers, a play to read, and six (x_x) sets of reading notes to complete. Wah.

ETA: Greg Grunberg. Why do you have to wankbait? Despite your constant plugging as Yowza I still loved you because you bring me funny shit and Milo (those two do not necessarily coincide).

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So because my mother is a flake the bitch at the doctor back in DeWitt sent me forms for financial assistance on this stupid bill (for shots I got so that I could freaking ENROLL, by the way) and I am supposed to provide copies of my license/ID (a temp, but fine), two paycheck stubs (fine), my "last filed Federal Income Tax form, completed and signed" (what the shit? Don't people, you know, send those to the IRS?), and "decision regarding application for Medicaid/Title 19 coverage" (what the fuck is that supposed to mean?).

I just feel like getting someone on the phone and yelling at them. Not that it'll do me any good.