sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll

So I realized that the DAY I graduate, my dad's insurance company will drop me like a bad habit. This means I should probably obtain some sort of interim insurance between graduation day and the day I presumably begin my amazingly interesting job with a huge paycheck and tremendous benefits. So today I'm looking over the info on this new insurance policy, and I realize that they refuse to cover anything pertaining to "pre-existing conditions." This means that the bill for all several-hundred bucks a month worth of prescriptions will be footed by Yours Truly, because my depression, anxiety, asthma, heart condition, bad skin, and FUCKING OVULATION are all pre-existing. (Yeah, they also don't cover birth control. Don't even get me started on that shit.)

This all makes me want to huddle in a corner somewhere until the bad people go away.

In other news, I'm still bored out of my mind at "home" (it recently occurred to me that nowhere really feels like "home" right now). Apparently my school friends, who said they would call me if they came up to the DC area, came up to the DC area today... and didn't call me. So I went to the dermatologist (irritating mole on face, which I would have removed in May after I graduate, except that my overpriced, utterly worthless, hopefully short-term insurance won't fucking cover it). And I read stuff for one of my biology classes. And I played my guitar. A lot. And I lost control at Kohls and spent fifty bucks I shouldn't have spent.

Oh, and I fumed. Because I'm passive aggressive and don't confront people when they piss me off. Maybe I should just call said school friends who so callously neglected to contact me to let them know that I am displeased. Or maybe I'll just continue to fume. Yes, I think I shall do the latter.

On an entirely unrelated note, I actually remember my dream from last night, which almost never happens. And it was a sexy one too! Which also almost never happens. Even in my dreams, I get no play... GAWD! Suffice it to say that it involved a quasi-ex, and it was damn good. But now I'm even MORE frustrated than I was before... if that's even possible.

Story of my life.