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ear comes the pain again

2005-10-11 / 5:31 p.m.
i think i'm getting another ear infection. i know this isn't very smart, but i'm trying to fight it off without seeing the doctor, because i don't want to be on antibiotics again.

normally, i'm a decent sick person, i have no problem staying in bed and resting. but i'm feeling exceptionally whiny and i want to be up doing things. it's part of my days off and i have a fucking agenda damnit.

prior to my ear raising hell, i attended my congregations retreat in brown county. it was super nice and refreshing. my only criticism was that i had a room near the nursery and couldn't take any quality shabbes naps. each time i drifted off, i was brought back to reality by the pounding of what i thought to be rabid/drunk elephants. the noise was caused by 4 little kids. i know i want to become a parent next year, but i have entirely different ideas about my child acting like a wild beast. and i will NOT bring them to a spiritual retreat! one of the workshops was on maimonidies and his view of atonement. good prep for yom kippur.

i also attended my friend's baby shower. it was co-ed and the food rocked the fucking casbah. i was able to see some people i normally don't see and that is always nice. vin even went, and something you must understand about him is that he is uber shy.

then comes the ear. it started in the middle of the night monday/tuesday a.m. i was pissed. i got shit to do like make art, study, oh--yeah, things that can wait until i'm done being sick. i partially blame some of the sickness on some jackass at the career center that blew an airhorn during EMT class last night. he did this three times, and each time he thought he was funny. i did not, as i swore profusely and nearly wet my pants with each blow.
i wanted to ram the airhorn up his ass so each time he farts, he would scare his own damn family. fucking turd.

oh, and it's my dad's birthday. i have no idea how old he is. he looks like he's 90 and in late stages of starvation. i decided to stop feeling guilty about not having contact with him. he's probably passed out somewhere or pissing in public. no different from the day before, no different from what will probably happen tomorrow.

sigh

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