And so, a little symbolism for you.
My back is in screaming agony, and nothing seems to be alleviating it. Advil just dulled it a bit – enough so that I'm not careful when I move. Engendering more screaming pain. No Tae Bo for me, thanks.
I haven't been as militant with that as I'd like, mainly because of fatigue the past week or so. As soon as this back pain goes away, though. Perhaps even tonight, if I can get my back to quit saying nasty things to me.
Alex has just spent the entire morning in a chat room. I'm not going to miss him. If anything, I think his presence in the office is the biggest factor in my decision to leave (right behind more money and a permanent position). I think my last gift to him will be to leave a tuna fish sandwich in his drawer on my last Friday there.
I forgot to mention the fact that last week, he claimed his doctors found something in one of his kidneys. He said that if there was something there, and they couldn't remove it safely, he was going to need a kidney transplant. Wrong – that's why human beings have two, yes? (Feel free to correct me Scott. I'm speaking from personal experience and extensive research in home medical books -- my favorite part of biology involved insects.) Jason only has one kidney, and he's doing fine.
Today, he came in and told Letisha that it isn't something wrong with his kidneys – he may have cancer. My automatic response is that he's making it up. I know, I'll feel horrible if I'm wrong, but you have to realize a few things. A) this guy is a pathological liar; B) he has lied about operations he was going to get, but somehow never happened (for instance, the time he said he had to get his tonsils removed – they're still there!). He's used spurious medical emergencies as a way to squeeze sympathy out of people before.
Okay, whoever is reading from the FTC (Federal Trade Commission, if you're that dense), listen up. E-mail me, or I'm going to move this journal underground, which would kill two birds with one stone. If I don't get any e-mail ‘fessing up to reading this in the next couple days, and I still see you showing up on my tracker, I'm going through with my threat. Understand?
Sorry for that unpleasantness.
Gus has taken pity on me and put a new entry up for "Cut While Shaving". If he was in a really generous mood, he could link to my site, even insultingly.
My dreams have started analyzing themselves.
I was at the library, and I ran into ‘Bert. For some reason, we were lying on the floor of the library (which was covered with pillows and a really thick, multi-colored rug), and we started kissing (don't look so shocked -- my dreams are usually 35% sexual content). ‘Bert pulled away and asked, "Agent Skatter, why are you doing this? Are you trying to emotionally distance yourself from Dirk?" He looked so sad, and I felt really guilty, so I got up and walked away. The library was filled with cats walking over people lying on the floor. I walked to the video game section and played Vampire Junction* until I lost.* Vampire Junction was a video game in a book by the same title. The book explored the Jungian interpretation of dreams, reality, and the relationship between anima, animus and shadow. Incredible series, if you can find it in your local book store. S.P. Somtow, I believe.