I hate banks. I hate insurance. I hate a LOT of things.
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*nuzzles* I love you, my cat.
Frustrated beyond all words - I finally have a painkiller scrip I want to fill and the only way I can fill it is with Puppy's card... which isn't working, and it doesn't tell the pharmacist WHY it isn't working. Our best guesses include an incorrect zip code, not enough money in the account, or a hold on the card; it's not MY card, so it's not like I can call the bank and find out, and Puppy isn't answering his fucking phone. It's a weekend, I have no idea if he works on the weekends or not, and if not, where he might be at the moment. For all I know, he's off with his brother, or at a tournament, or out drinking, or dead in a fucking ditch. I have no way of telling, because HE ISN'T ANSWERING and I'm not pissed enough yet to call his mother. Getting close, though.
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