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6 January So yesterday had I not decided to get dressed for the sake of doing so around 4p, I would have spent the day happily in my jammies, watching TV and fooling around on the internet. It was like being home! One thing I did do yesterday was call my home phone and check my messages. There was a call from The Company That Must Not Be Named from 30 Dec. "Hi, this is Kathy from Human Resources, this is just a courtesy call since we have not heard from you regarding the new insurance. We're assuming that you don't want to continue with your COBRA coverage, but you can just call me before the end of business today and let me know." Whoops! I called in a mild panic, as I really totally don't want to not have medical coverage, but all was well. Apparently, I ignored something that came in the mail regarding the change in coverage (yeah, that sounds like me) and I have to choose which plan I want. They emailed the plans to me, and they both kind of are worse than my current plan, but one is mildly less horrible than the other. $250 deductible, indeed.
The other interesting thing that happened was that I heard from a voice-over agent that had known my father, and she wanted me to send her my demo tape. God, my demo is old and bad. My voice is different now, a big deeper and older-sounding, and there isn't enough variety, but hopefully she'll be interested enough to give me an in-office audition. That's something that I can do like a mother-fucker.
If I see one more second of Steve "Crocodile Dork" Irwin on the TV acting all affronted and tearful (like Jimmy Swaggart after the sex scandal) that people object to his flinging him infant son into a crocodile's gaping maw, I'm going to throw up. Also, enough with Britney Spears being married for a couple of hours. My head is full, and I so so so don't care.
Still going until the Epiphany!
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