The Silent Treatment

Logan is giving me the silent treatment. I called him earlier to discuss Weyland's dental problems (mainly that my cheap-assed insurance won't cover but 25% of a pediodontist). I wasn't finished talking, but Logan hung up on me. That irritates the ever-loving crap out of me. I get furious when he doesn't let me finish what I was saying. So I tried calling him back. He hung up on me without even saying hello. So I called the house phone. He hung up on me again, without even saying hello. Sometimes caller ID is a pain in the ass. I alternated between his cell, which he eventually turned off, and the home phone. What a childish ass he's being! It is important to take care of dental problems. Our friend, William Wurm, aka "Wormy", damn near died from an infected tooth. The infection, which started in a cracked tooth, entered his blood stream and caused damage to his heart valves. He had to move back up to Chicago to be near his parents. He is in rehab, and will be there for a very long time.

I get very pissed when I'm thwarted by childish men, unreasonable dentists, and worthless insurance. Today, they can all go to hell. I'll sit on Weyland and pull his damned tooth out, and that will be the end of this annoyance. PISS OFF, EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!