More aggravation than ever in this political landscape. While the NWO stooges Duke it out for the presidency, Synapse found himself where he didn't want to be... At the welfare office begging for cash assistance (temporarily while I get my problems surgically fixed)
And it seems every welfare office is located in monkeytown, USA as it is. The majority of the people in it? Hispanics gibbering in Spanish with very young babies. And that was just today. Then it came Synapses turn to be interviewed (I.e. grilled) how much money do you have, where did you work, how are you manging to live (barely) when was the date of your last check? When was your last bowel movement etc. Then came the checklist. Copy of the marriage certificate, doctors note, bank statement, proof of any income, a letter from the Pope, the WiFi password to the white house router etc etc ad nauseam. As it stands most of my paperwork was easy to get, now I just have to jump through their hoops, and hope to God I can get at least a couple months worth of rent. And 45 days of waiting period? Thanks guys!
Then I had to have blood drawn because my thyroid is again out of whack. It's like swimming through wet cement at times. There was the entire population of the drug rehab clinic, well ahead of me. Eeerrrggghh. How can you people afford drugs. I can barely afford a taco.

So my insurance kicks in on the first and hopefully I can have the surgery done. If not I will just have to find some way to cope. And pray the stress doesn't drive me to drink and that they drug test ME!!! :p

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