I'll have to go to the emergency room. Face it, I can't go to school like this. But the echinacea will render the urine culture negative for infection and they'll question me. At least, that's what happened last time. Was treated very condescendingly by some Doogie Howser-type punk.
This morning had weird dreams about my high school peers. I have lots of dreams about them -- too many. It pisses me off. Sure, high school was one of the worst times of my life, but hell, when is my subconscious gonna get over it, already? My shrink recommended going to the 20th reunion, which is this year anyway, in hopes of putting those ghosts to rest. Erg, but go there by myself? I'm always by myself, in everything. I might as well say, "Yeah, I'm a divorced loser."
I entertain fantasies of asking Shay's ex to escort me. He's a body-builder and a model to boot. That should get some tongues wagging. But, I don't know how to contact him besides trying to catch him at the Tavern, and that sure as shit ain't happening.
Funny how most women practically swoon whenever "Mike" enters the room. Me, although I like him well enough and think he's a nice guy, I'm not attracted to him. Never did care for the burly guys; I tend to prefer men who aren't so obviously laden with testosterone.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 1:07 PM
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