Back in college, I got hooked on a delivery place for (usually) late-night post-drinking munchies. D.P. Dough made several different kinds of calzones. My favorite was the Buffalo Zone (later renamed the Buff Zone, for reasons beyond my understanding). It was, unsurprisingly, a calzone stuffed with buffalo chicken. I ordered that much more often than I care to remember. Now, I'm nowhere near a D.P. Dough, and I've yet to find a place that sells a calzone that matches it. One of the upsides of cooking for yourself is you can make something just the way you want it. Back when we were still in Chicago, that's exactly what we did. Usually, Stacey takes point on the calzones. But Stacey went back to Liverpool today, so I'm left on my own. Helpfully, Stacey left some dough behind from the pumpkin pizza she made last week, so I had all I needed to make a calzone on my own. Wow, OK, this picture's not as good as I hoped. In front is a ricotta mixture, wi...
Someone needs to explain something to me. I was just at the pharmacy, refilling my prescription for the pen needles for my insulin. I got charged full price for the needles, with no help from my health insurance. Why? Because they gave me what they (and my doctor) say is a 30-day supply on Aug. 29. Insurance companies do this, apparently, to ensure that prescription drugs are used in FDA-approved amounts and to keep people using said drugs healthy. Excuse me, but it's a box of 100 pen needles. Which I need to use at least 4 times every day. Last time I checked, 4 goes into 100 25 times, not 30. Considering that you're not supposed to re-use needles, if the doctor wants me to be healthy, shouldn't he have prescribed me 120 pen needles, so I can, I don't know, afford to buy the medicine he's putting me on? And don't even get me started on the test strips for my glucose meter. A box of 102 (six vials of 17 strips - don't ask me where they got that number) is o...
It's been a long time since I've written anything other than a cover letter. Frankly, while I try to change things up every now and then, there's very little creativity that goes into writing one of those things. "Dear Sir or Madam, as the case may be, I'm awesome. Hire me. I know you won't, it's OK. But I'm trying to pretend that all hope is not lost here, just to save some face. Thanks for pretending to take the time to review stuff, Me." Hmmm. I may use that next time I send something out. Today, I shall try to write, because it's Wednesday and why not? Because I enjoy torturing myself, I will post what I write right here. In fact, I'll just write here. Maybe. It sure beats applying for jobs, but it's not as much fun as playing video games, so I'll do some of that, too. I'm babbling. Good bye.
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