I got a bill from the hospital for $716. I nearly passed out when I saw that number. Then I started to cry, because I have no idea why I got this bill. And it's so much money (to me- I realize this is relative).

I had an annual exam in April. Nothing out of the ordinary. The doctor had some lab tests done, but again, nothing that I haven't had done in the past, and not been billed for. In fact, less tests were ordered this year than last year. Someone along the line must have screwed up the paperwork. Which means that now I have to get this mess straightened out, on my time.

I really hate fixing messes like this, stuff that isn't my fault. I hate fixing other people's mistakes. It's such a waste of my time. It feels like I spent a vast majority of my time dealing with other people's screw-ups.

Does anyone else feel this way?

I watched the season finale of "The Tudors" last night. For those living under a rock, or without exposure to cable, "The Tudors" is a dramatization of Henry VIII's reign shown on Showtime. It started with Henry being marry to Katherine, just on the cusp of courting Anne Bolelyn, and ended just before Henry's split with the Catholic church.

I'll put my review under the cut, just in case anyone doesn't want to read spoliers.

( They meant dramatization in every sense of the word )

The season finale opened with a masturbation scene, and ended with a coitus interruptus scene. And I feel that was what the whole season was- lots of promise of good stuff, and you really get into it, but then you end up frustrated, and wish you had just taken a bubble bath instead.