Irony

So, I might have picked up Mono. I've been feeling really exhausted lately, doing my normal activities, I've had a low-mid grade fever off and on, and my body is just sore. I've never had Mono before, so no immunity. It's apparently going around my home Coffee Shop.

The Irony?

I picked it up from a gay guy. Yeah. God has a randomly odd sense of humor sometimes. I'll be okay. Hopefully it won't last long, I'm really healthy and generally my body fights off sickness with little difficulty.

This is where I'm going to throw in my "germs are good for you" plug. Mono is like the Chicken Pox in the way that if you get it as a child, you go through the stages, are uncomfortable for a while, but are ultimately generally fine. It's rare for children to have complications from the Chicken Pox. The same with Mono. If you get it as an adult, on the other hand, you can end up with some serious shit. So, if any of yous has kids or are of the age where you could fight it up and be just fine, give me a ring. I'm probably still contagious.

Also, I would like to take a moment to point out reason #245 of why I could never be a doctor: I would glance at your chart, glance at you, and look back at your chart and simply say, "You're fucked."
My bed side manner sucks.

Cupid

So, here lately I've been lazy. And that's cool, I can dig it. Some of the people around me can't, and that's cool. If you're wondering if this affects them, the answer's yes. And yeah, that's fucked up. I just have a few things to catch up on. It'll be all good.

I hung out with my friend Melissa last night. And Meli, I know you read these things sometimes. I didn't know what to say. All I know is watching you cry makes me want to stab someone, preferable the person who made you cry. I love you more than anything on this planet. I would die for you, and even better, help you hide a few bodies in a few key undisclosed locations.

Bodily function alert: I am PMSing. Not bleeding, no, the PMS comes before the bleeding of the vagina and the not dying. So, I've been kind of cruel. Well, not kind of. I came over to my 'friends' house, and we were laying here watching T.V. and he was laying on this pillow. It occurred to me that I didn't want him laying on that pillow. Don't ask why. Just don't. So when he got up I snatched it up and put it somewhere else. Wasn't even using it. When he layed back and noticed it was missing, he asked why I moved it, so I said, "So you couldn't lay on it."
"Wait, what?"
me, "You looked uncomfortable."
He answered, sarcastically, "yeah. I was SO VERY uncomfortable."

We laughed. He called me an asshole. It was beautiful.