It REALLY doesn't end

Floor plan for the new building's up. Guess who I'm stuck LITERALLY ON TOP OF? That's right: Taffy's wannabe. I'll be sewing the garlic necklace starting this weekend.



My doctor has finally come clean about my hair loss: it's not their problem. They can't do shit for me. Nice how they took all those co-payments from December 2002, though. I guess I gave them enough money, and now the "truth" is that it's really a hormonal problem. Well, of course. I'm no use to your office. Today, they charged me NO co-payment, in an act of kindness. "Kindness." What a concept.



Joel Steinberg gets out of jail tomorrow as if nothing happened. Evil narcissist bastard. He probably feels Lisa deserved it. Fuckhead. I hope no one will give him a job.



And now, to discuss present medical "issues" with my current endocrinologist. If all else fails, I get a new one and put myself on thyroid support. Forget synthroid. They told me it wouldn't work anyway. I scheduled an appointment with another endo. Let's see what happens.



I spent the morning hostage to a waiting room I didn't want to sit in and was then ignored. I should have taken the entire day off. I don't even think "Spiderman" could make me feel better.



Fuck it all to hell...