So someone says they don’t have a problem with me anymore and everything’s okay with me, but then that person clearly goes out of her way to avoid me every time we’re in the same room together. Of course, I don’t dare approach her about it because if I am bothering her, I don’t want to be any more of a bother than I already am — but she says I’m not a bother, so … ugh. And people wonder why I don’t like dealing…
Ah yes, a Sunday afternoon in September with CBS. First I get to see Corey Dillon’s single game rushing record broken, even if it meant Cleveland losing. (And if someone from Baltimore had to do it, why couldn’t it be Chester Taylor?) Then, miracle of miracles, I actually get to see a Bengals game, and it’s a heartbreaker of a close loss. And now I have to catch up on all the homework I missed because I spent all afternoon watching football. A huge lose-lose…
New on Backwash: “Sick in More Than One Way”. I couldn’t think of much else to write about while I’m ill, so I tried to write something about issues of control and I wound up doing another pity column. Can’t help it; when my body’s this bad, it makes the other things in my life feel worse and worse.
Well, now I know why I was so tired Tuesday night: I was fucking sick. I caught a massive cold, and of course I still don’t have my insurance card from UT even though they made me pay for their health insurance coverage this year. (You can always tell how whiny I am when I use so many italics in the first couple of sentences of my post.) Anyway, I didn’t miss any classes, but I did have to skip a couple of meetings I…
Good grief, what a night. This semester is going to take everything I have out of me. Because I know I’ll probably get on a big drama queen binge later (who, me?) and deny it, let me say right now that I really do like all the new people we’ve got in Spectrum, and it looks like we’re going to be able to do some really cool things. And I’m not just saying that because I won the 45-minute marathon game of Egyptian Ratscrew earlier…