So I went to a nearby Mickey D's for hotcakes and sausage...but they were out. Had to go to a different one because I now had my entire life set on having them from McDonald's. Another one was up the street and that gave me exactly what I needed...with OJ.
Got milk and a couple things then came home and called a new healthcare provider about the coming changes with Blue Cross...and wound up changing policies. Highmark runs Blue Cross now, and they are not being nice so my doctors have cut them off. Turns out my new provider is better geared to my needs and cheaper. Shit, exactly what I needed...I hope. you never really know how something will work until you use it.
So now everything's set for me to dig deeper into BA, but a woman on the 6th floor decided to burn her dinner in the oven or something and we had a massive fire alarm. Total evacuation. And it smelled more like she'd put her wig in the stove and that caught fire or something. What was she cooking????
But this time I was prepared, in case we had to leave for hours. I keep a change of shirt, undies and socks in my backpack so shoved in my laptop and phone and headed downstairs. 9 flights. Lots of fun. Several fire trucks and cops all over the place, one of whom was really cute. We stood around for a while till the all cclear came through.
I returned to my place and did some thinking...no writing...on BA-Franz. It's time Léon faced certain deep-rooted urges within himself and learned he's not as in control as he thought. Which will set the stage for the coming parts, quite nicely.
He won't be feeling guilt for what he does; just shame. Embarrassment. Confusion. And Gabrielle will be there to slap him with a bit of truth. It's what big sisters are for.
As for me and the world...the image says it all, and I ain't gonna give it another thought.
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