thirtysomething

I was informed today, via a very polite letter from Blue Shield, that my monthly rate for my insurance is going up.

“This person’s next birthday will move them into a new age category, resulting in a different rate. This type of increase is standard for health coverage, because medical risks generally rise with age.”

Ouch. Well, “new age category”, here I come. Hope it’s ok I still wear ratty converse and glitter eyeshadow.

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I’m feeling a bit better today, even though it still feels like I was in some type of bike accident. Sore muscles, a headache, and feeling strangely both dizzy and tired at the same time.

Also, we have finished all five seasons of the Wire. As many of you have told me, it feels like there should be *more* still – the story is still going on, and I’ve got all these characters swimming around my head. It really felt like the closest thing to “watching” a book I’ve ever seen.

Now what? I think it’s on to revisting the Brat Pack, Parker Posey, and a few fifties musicals.
I’m in the mood for lipstick, like on Judy Garland, not on a pig.

This weekend yet another one of my East Coast gals will be staying with us for the weekend. She’s got a car (driving up from LA) and we’re planning on hitting the beaches and Muir Woods – I can’t wait.