Plagued
So I'm like dying. Well probably not. At least death would legitimately excuse me from work tomorrow. As it is, I can't afford to take off, sick or not. Stupid sick time lost to mysterious illness back in June. Now I only have like 4 sick hours and I'll be damned if I have to tap into my personal time.
I've been sick all weekend. My friend Josh came into town on Friday. I was realy psyched to hang out with him for like the first time in two years. We had a good time even if I pretty much was ready to pass out at the concert and we had to leave early. It's weird thinking we used to hang out all the time and now when we do, it's so different. He's part of a "we" now. That's cool, I'm happy for him. It just sucks that the phrase is so engrained in his vocabulary that he can't even refrain from using it in the company of someone he used to be in a tortured love affair with. Well, not tortured so much as a screwed-up college thing. And, yes, being part of a "we" didn't stop him from trying to upgrade his futon status either. I told him to fuck off. Pretty much what I've learned is no matter how happy someone seems in a relationship, they'll throw it all away for the stupidest of reasons. Men are scum.
And ever since yesterday morning when he left I've been violently ill. Missed fun Halloween times last night, which blows because Halloween is my favorite holiday. Slept from 7 pm until 10 am this morning. Went and got medicine and slept all day today too. I hate being sick.
Also got bad news at the dentist on Friday. Looks like I have to see some sort of gum specialist. May be in danger of losing a tooth due to poor gum maintenance. They told me to floss last time and I guess they weren't kidding. Losing a tooth, getting sick, it all makes me feel kinda mortal. Life can really blow sometimes.