spatch and I are once again preparing to leave the house to prove to the satisfaction of our health insurance that we really live where we say we live and really make what we say we make and really are eligible for the insurance we are trying to apply for in this our annual period of open enrollment.
I complained to
rushthatspeaks; I said I wanted to do necromancy on Franz Kafka and yell at him.
They pointed out that under the circumstances Kafka would probably just try to sell me insurance.
I said I'd buy it.
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Thank you. We came out of it with insurance! But I still think this is a silly set of things to have to keep proving.