My nose sucks, and runs.

December 20, 2001

Townsend's insurance now demands that I get all of my prescription drugs through a certain mail order company. I received my first shipment a couple of days ago, and they sent me 180 pills of an allergy medication I no longer take, 90 of my Singulair, and no inhalers. I better get that straightened out now, before I run out of puffs on my albuterol inhaler and have to use my craptacular old nebulizer to tide me over (or swipe my grandma's meds again).

The Christmas CD in our Chex Mix was, quite shockingly, not the most rawking album of all time. It did feature some Perry Como, though, so I have to give it props for that.

I would feel much better today, if only my nose wasn't so sore. Alas.

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