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This week was okay. Mostly... sweatdrop

Yesterday I decided to clean the living room. It isn't very big, but I am lazy and get distracted easily, so I didn't finish. I had planned on finishing the rest today, but then my room mate informed me of the healthcare insurance problem. It brought me down to a depressing level. At some point earlier in the week he had looked into how much it would cost at his income level, and it was somewhere near a hundred and fifty dollars with help from the government. He was all happy because we could do that with a little bit of scrounging and getting some work at a friend's business. Yesterday, however he talked to a insurance broker (which I didn't know existed before) and it turns out that it wasn't that low. For the two of us to get insured, it would cost more than our rent. All our other bills combined wouldn't add up to that, so no matter what we did, we wouldn't be able to afford it while living where we are. So, we have to either be homeless (live in a cardboard box or tent) and have health insurance, or continue to live in a building and not have health insurance. Living without health insurance is illegal though. So what do we do? confused What does this have to do with cleaning? Well, with this information I'm wondering if I should continue do so, or start packing. We obviously won't be able to stay where we are no matter what action we decide. Not having health insurance will get us fined and if we don't pay the fine, I assume jailed. If we try (and I cannot stress "try" enough) to get the health insurance, we won't be able to stay here. My room mate also has a tendency to pull a miracle out of his a** at the last minute, so I'm not sure of what to do still. Packing seems like the route to go, but then again he might come up with something. Precautionary packing? sad I'll ask him what I should do later.

One of the things that crosses my mind thinking about this problem of insurance and moving is the pets. Almost every time we have moved in the past we have to give them all up. I don't think either one of us could handle that stress again. Last time, we checked in on them every day at the pound, and on the last day they finally got adopted. My room mate said if no one had done so he would have driven down there to get them and f*ck the rules of where we were living at the time. That's how attached he was. If I had heard that they were going to be put down or already had been, I can't say my reaction would have been good. Mentally, losing so many pets over the years because we've had to move has made me bitter. My room mate tells me about other people's animals and I just say "no more pets". Even though I'd rather take them all in, I don't want to get attached to any others just to have to abandon them in a few years. Its wrong to them. Its wrong to me. I can't do it again.

Now I'm all upset and sh*t thinking about that. Forgot what else I wanted to talk about. Maybe another time. You know, if I have internet.