The Last Night in Esco. For realsies.
I'm totally stalling right now. I've got everything but my computer and Deeno packed up in the Expedition. I'm making one final use of the sweet internet connection to watch some episodes of Arrested Development. I am not in any hurry to return home, but I will somewhat shortly. The experience in Esco was simliar to my other experiences this year, a learning one. I did learn a lot about what I want and don't want in a lot of areas, inculding roomates, goals, jobs, and friends. I am only going to walk away with the positive experiences of life lessons learned. I really do like Greg, he's smart, positive, hardworking, and nice on top. I really think had we not been roomates and/or I wasn't friends with his girlfriend, we would have gotten to know each other much more, and probably benefitted from a more positive relationship and living situation. He's been supportive of my move, and even invited me back over once I'm gone. I really hope he meant it, because I am going to be strengthening relationships this year.
As it turns out, the rash on my stomach, chest, back, and arms are shingles. The doctor said they appeared as a result of stress, and spread because I scratched at them. I think God gave me shingles. I think this because as it turns out, shingles are contagious to those who have never been infected by the virus that produces chicken pox. As a result, I am not able to go to work until it clears up, since I work with the public, and especially since there are more kids in the store because of winter break. The doctor gave me a note that says I can return to work on Jan 2nd, which also happens to be the first day of 'Sober January'. Even before I broke out with the rash, I had planned on going into Costco to speak to Nina about taking some time off while I get settled in at my dads, define my goals, and persue school at the end of January. Nina has always been very supporting and understanding of my situation, I had a feeling she would oblige. Well, I put off going to do that until today, because of moving and Christmas shopping, and behold it is the day I return with a note giving me time off. I was going back and forth on actually taking the time off, but now I have no choice. So, I basically have 7-8 days free to myself. Theres a list a mile long brewing in m head, and I've decided to take these last few days of the year and really make them productive. The result will be New Years, then the start of 'Sober January', and an all around accomplished feeling to begin 2009. That's the plan anyways, but I feel really good about it. So thanks for the shingles, God.
So now I have to leave and get it all started. And I am stalling to say goodbye and take it in. Safari is in the chill room, and Greg and Rachel are at her place. I am all alone in the apartment, but I like it this way. In fact, I do things really well on my own, and I need to take more pride in that. I don't want to return home, because in all truth, its a very negative place to be. I am not excited to be back at all. But I am returning with a different frame of mind. Its going to be a bit challenging to get moving, but my life craves a challenge more than anything right now, even virus medication and anti-inflammatory pills.
I had some covering up to do
And I was hoping that she'd help me do it
I'm sorry that sentence was very vague
It's my luck they'll misconstrue it
But I like it that way
Yeah, I like it that way
It was a great desert
It is a great desert
I don't miss the TV much
And I don't miss the TV much
Yeah, I don't miss the TV much
It's not important
I like it that way
Yeah, I like it that way
As it turns out, the rash on my stomach, chest, back, and arms are shingles. The doctor said they appeared as a result of stress, and spread because I scratched at them. I think God gave me shingles. I think this because as it turns out, shingles are contagious to those who have never been infected by the virus that produces chicken pox. As a result, I am not able to go to work until it clears up, since I work with the public, and especially since there are more kids in the store because of winter break. The doctor gave me a note that says I can return to work on Jan 2nd, which also happens to be the first day of 'Sober January'. Even before I broke out with the rash, I had planned on going into Costco to speak to Nina about taking some time off while I get settled in at my dads, define my goals, and persue school at the end of January. Nina has always been very supporting and understanding of my situation, I had a feeling she would oblige. Well, I put off going to do that until today, because of moving and Christmas shopping, and behold it is the day I return with a note giving me time off. I was going back and forth on actually taking the time off, but now I have no choice. So, I basically have 7-8 days free to myself. Theres a list a mile long brewing in m head, and I've decided to take these last few days of the year and really make them productive. The result will be New Years, then the start of 'Sober January', and an all around accomplished feeling to begin 2009. That's the plan anyways, but I feel really good about it. So thanks for the shingles, God.
So now I have to leave and get it all started. And I am stalling to say goodbye and take it in. Safari is in the chill room, and Greg and Rachel are at her place. I am all alone in the apartment, but I like it this way. In fact, I do things really well on my own, and I need to take more pride in that. I don't want to return home, because in all truth, its a very negative place to be. I am not excited to be back at all. But I am returning with a different frame of mind. Its going to be a bit challenging to get moving, but my life craves a challenge more than anything right now, even virus medication and anti-inflammatory pills.
I had some covering up to do
And I was hoping that she'd help me do it
I'm sorry that sentence was very vague
It's my luck they'll misconstrue it
But I like it that way
Yeah, I like it that way
It was a great desert
It is a great desert
I don't miss the TV much
And I don't miss the TV much
Yeah, I don't miss the TV much
It's not important
I like it that way
Yeah, I like it that way