We were somewhere in the desert around Barstow when the drugs began to kick in...

I have discovered a strange thing--when I enter my room, I am for some reason reminded of the Farscape episode 'ScratchnSniff'. I haven't a clue why. Apparently, my subconscious is linking things...

Read yesterday. Read Monday. Considered not reading tonight. Followed that thought and read the end of the Lynley book before the middle.

Watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas on Sunday. Dude, I don't want to remember my dreams (F&L and then Farscape... Oh, not a good combination. At least, not for coherence. Combined with the leftover bits of Freedom and Necessity.... ).

I'm sure I had important things to say, but they've all gone away. Hrm.

Look! A GW with a DRD on his head!

I knew there was something....

Ok. So, there is one thing I'd like to rant about.

I work in the billing department of an insurance company, and you would think the American public considers english to be their fifth language. Or, possibly, not even something they know.

I cannot *count* the number of misspelled words, badly phrased sentences, or *just wrong* grammar I've had to decipher over the last week and a half. And these are people who have money! Who can afford to send off cash to an insurance company!

And then there's the writing itself. By no stretch of the imagination should ANY of these people ever try to win a penmanship competition.

Ever.

I have not, in fact, read a *single letter* that didn't have several problems with it.

Not the least of which is these people NEVER FUCKING INCLUDING THEIR ACCOUNT NUMBERS.

Or the ones who send in... a check. Or, better yet, a money order.

Like we're supposed to know them by their undecipherable name...

Americans are stupid. It's very sad.