Visited Mercy Hospital today - actually one of their satellite offices - and they had "Mercy Mercy Mercy Mercy" printed on the glass doors. So I had "Mercy Mercy, Me" in my head and that brutal childhood arm wrestling game for which one cries "Mercy"! I was good at the game. I ignored the crosses hanging all over the place.
I have to shop around for new insurance...fucks! Got laid off and I snuck in one last check-up visit with an entirely new doctor. He was nice. I have sciatica (sing it to this song), which is not a show on Syfy nor a division of Scientology. It is a chronic pain in my ass!! But it is scary because it is a symptom of a yet undiagnosed other problem! So, now I am my own pain in my ass thanks to my sciatic nerve. When someone bugs me I'll just say "Boy, she's really getting on my sciatic nerve" because literally she probably is contributing to the pain in my ass. It is worst in the mornings. Probably because my bed is pot-holed stale marshmallow.
I can't get the spousal plan because I can't get married to my gf...oh mercy me! A friend called today, also laid off (from the same place) and he mentioned in his voice mail that he was "happy" that he got an extra $75 a week for unemployment because he could claim his wife as a dependent. Oh, fucking thanks man, rub it in! I could have a wife by now! I wish I could be happy and claim her as a dependent - if only I lived somewhere where my pursuit of happiness didn't end at the gates of some religious marriage country club.
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