Thursday, June 21, 2007
MUST DIE
today's outline so far...may be updated later depending on how crappy my day goes.[wake up]immediately note that my throat is, yet again, swollen beyond repair. I HAVE to get these things out. ASAP. Like...emergency room status.Get dressed as quickly as possible for interview...walk outside, step in shit. Not notice I've stepped in shit, and therefore drag it all over my car rugs...which I have now washed. Make it down to interview...barely in time. Find parking a block up with shoes that are really hard to run in. Interview went fairly well I think, but I had to rush my tests because I had to get to work...so we'll see!Ran to work, which I made just in time, only to figure out 20 minutes later that, because my work entails talking on the phone, I can't work today. Blast. Come home...call doctor...we'll see. On the plus side, my smom is now done with chemo! Yay!!!edit 1: M came by...I CAN"T TALK!!! Never mind going out to clubs or costco. Buy a clue while you're out. edit 2: right...so what I found out tops it all. Since this is a very very painful thing, I'd rather not write about it in a public forum, but - this one's for Jake. I loved you man.The irony of my subject is evidently not lost. [end...so far]
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I'm still curious as to why you delete your journal entries. Isn't a journal supposed to track things happening in your life...? Then you could go back later and look?But if you delete entries, it seems just like a news flash, without the archive.
I dunno, sometimes because my mood about something has changed, or I don't want to be reminded of something that happened...That's why I deleted a couple of old ones, there was stuff in there that would hurt me if I read it again. It's tough for me to keep everything up there all the time. Habit I guess. Anyway, so you ARE alive? I wasn't so sure. You didn't respond to any of my comments yesterday. What are you doing today?
besides, i didn't want to be up there asking for help permanently. I hate to ask for help, I feel like I'm being weak or asking for pity...and that's not what I wanted at all. I just need company.
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