Always open the god damn bag at the pharmacy, especially when the price is wrong. Don’t just sit there being like “I’ll fight with the insurance company Monday,” because Monday there will be tornadoes and you’ll forget and then, when you go to open your new birth control package, it’ll be the wrong damn thing.
And here it is Sunday. I’m going to go to Walgreens but I’m not sure what the fuck they can do about it.
I guess I should open the box sitting in the dining room and make sure it actually contains my books.
I guess I should pick out some stories to read on Thursday, too.
And in the fucking 90s again today.
I tell you what. It’s not just the bad luck that’ll wear you down. It’s the clean-up from it.
Tiny Cat Pants 
Walgreens doesn’t dispense birth control on Sunday?
As for the temps, it snowed a little bit up here last Monday. Our crocuses are almost up. We might be able to stop wearing two fleece liners in our winter coats by May. I sure wish I had your weather, even if for a day.
Oh, god, don’t say that out loud. You’ll give the Republicans ideas. No, it’s just that, if it’s not their fuck up but that the doctor called in the wrong thing, I don’t think I can get that straightened out today.
As for the weather, you’re welcome to come revel in it. But you’d better hurry. We’re going back to normal tomorrow.
Call the pharmacy and talk with them. That way they can call your doc first thing.