i wanna go home

blerrr. No sleep last night. Doctor changed the dose of my sleeping pills, but insurance won't pay. Called doctor back to see what she wants to do about this. Argue with insurance? Use a different pill? Either's fine with me.

Ambien isn't the same for me every time I try it, this much I have determined. It's unpredictable due to...what? When I get up? What I ate? So if she calls in a different pill I think that might even be good.

I hate my insurance company. Greedy little snots. They deny perfectly good claims just to see if they can get away with it. I have had to read this company their own policy over the phone before to make them honor it. I know for a fact they are making record profits while boo-hooing to employers about "rising costs of health care" and being "forced" to increase rates and cut back benefits. It's a scam! Then again, nowadays, one is lucky to have any insurance at all. >:(

Anyway: We had a magic show last night at a bar. We did ok and the audience seemed entertained. I would have liked rehearsing so that we could have done great. Not just a bare list of you do this, I do that, but real rehearsals. I keep pushing for this. Also a pair of handcuffs broke on stage. It turns out that they were vandalized. Mr. Gothboy came out of the escape with one hand still cuffed. I turned the key in the lock; it didn't open. (Not cop cuffs...old fashioned Darbies. They look like horse shoes with bars across.) So anyway I grabbed the other end and yanked, and he pulled in the other direction and the metal then gave way. We examined it and found where the cuff had been vandalized. Every time we think we're done cleaning up after Mr. snake in the grass, we find something new. This is just another argument for rehearsals: Who wants to discover on stage that their handcuffs are broken???

Here come some things to do...catch y'all later.