mosesface.

Behold today’s most pressing form of “maintenance”.

Somewhere in this stack of medical bills is hidden $732 that I, in my manic administrative hyper vigilance, zealously overpaid.  Now I am tasked with my least favorite activity in the entire world EVER — phone calls.  Phone calls about money.  Ughhhhhhhhh.

I am motivated solely by the notion that $732 could probably buy a girl quite a bit of hole in a wall.

Tagged: anxiety, bipolar, bipolar disorder