Today's homework is the 2001 FlexAbility planner, which is the big fat booklet we are sent as employees to help us figure out which insurance things and such we want. There are many different kinds of insurance available to me: Crappy medical, normal medical, or the hypochondriac plus plan. Dental coverage comes in 3 sizes; none, not enough, and still not enough. I've also got various kinds of fake money that becomes payable upon my obliteration or cavernous wounding. To me, AD&D means "Advanced Dungeons and Dragons", but to the insurance people it stands for "Accidental Death & Dismemberment" (which is pretty much how our AD&D games went anyhow). If I have any AD&D, then the beneficiary of my choice can get paid up to a million dollars! I don't know about that. I can't see a good reason to make people more comfortable with the idea of me dead. If I had to support someone else, it would be different, of course. But right now, I can die and not fuck up anyone's life. Still, I get $10,000 of life insurance whether I want it or not.

Band practice went extremely well, though tiring in the extreme. I don't think long sleeved shirts mix well with it. Plus, I'm not in performing shape. I remember that first show we played in Seattle after a year-long break from playing out. Three songs and then we were dying on our feet. Must get back in shape! Gonk gonk

We continue to search for bands in Seattle that sound good that we could play a show with so far we've found: Doll Factory. I'm not sure if those guys can play out, since there's only two of them. I guess we'll find out!

I am bound to the foggy plane of sleep by elastic cords. Boioioing