LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn

the other day i was thinking, wow, it’s been a long time since i had a crippling sore throat, maybe years!
my throat is KILLING me. i have this weird, walnut sized lump in my neck, and on the inside, right where the lump is, pain abounds. i’m probably lucky that most of the lymph nodes in the other side of my neck were destroyed when i was a kid, or i might have this bilaterally. it sucks. it sucks, sucks sucks. i can’t exercise, or eat properly. i feel like i’m gaining weight by the second. to put a cherry on top, it’s fucking freezing outside. it’s just been idiotically cold for what seems like a week now. i have not checked the 15 day forecast so often since... well, last winter.
i went to the pulmonologist. he said my immunologist is being a nervous nelly and an archtypical pediatrician. he said i’m doing just fine and if i feel ok i should avoid doctors. hooray for dr. S. he really made me feel like a human being. of course, later that night the throat got REALLY bad, but, whatever. a three year old sneezes in my mouth every time i see her. the chances of me not catching something viral are slim to none.

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn

so, there was this two weeks of terror here for a while involving some sore bits that can often indicate an unpleasant decision is to follow. two fucking weeks of soreness. i gotta tell you, it was horriffic. magically, it just went away. i never got nauseaus, i never gained any weight or had cravings or anything else. just the soreness, but jumpin jesus on a pogo stick, that was crappy with fear. i would like to go out having never had anything in me at all. that is my sincere hope. anything else is something i just don’t feel prepared for.

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn

bateman has been doing sheetrock all week and the spacklers have been here for the past two days. the atrium looks amazing. just a whole different place. i’ll have to take photos and post them. once the graphics and color goes in, it’ll look even better. we are entering the future, and it is lovely.

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i’m meeting some local chick for lunch on friday. she saw me on myspace or something. i am not getting my hopes up, you all know how this ends. still, you gotta be in it to win it, right? that’s what they tell me. the good part is, she wants to buy some stuff from the store, so, at the very least, i make some money out of the deal. making a friend? well, that hasn’t happened in years, so, again, the hopes are not up. i can’t really fully remember what one does with a friend anymore anyway. i recall it being nice, but i cannot distinctly remember why.

LaTeR, iN aNoThEr PaRt Of ToWn

8 days until my book comes out. 18 days until we hit 5 years. after that, i do not know. here there be monsters, or victory.

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