Well, if I get hit by a bus...

at least I won't have to avoid the emergency room (a la the time I sliced into my thumb w/a serrated knife while cutting a bagel and should have gotten stitches but didn't, resulting in much blood and a yucky scar) or be forced into bankruptcy (read: what would have happened if I'd have gone to get stitched). I've got health insurance again (and it's not an HMO - yay!). My ID card came in the mail today. I feel like an adult. Before I moved to Miami last year I had never been without it. It's been a year since I've had insurance (almost to the day) and I must say I don't plan on going without ever again. I was nervous all the time. Not in a pervasive every-minute-of-the-day kind of way, but if I felt myself coming down with something I would worry until it went away that it would be something that would land me in the hospital. If for some reason I actually do come down with something I can go to the doctor now and not break my bank account.

On another note - it's freaking hot, dudes. 100 degrees is too hot. I have no energy and I'm a sweatball. Gross. The subway is indescribable. Trust me, you don't want to know. I wish I didn't.

Yours truly,
Princess Parenthetical