Amber’s oldest dog, Cricket, is very sick. We’re worried that she’s not going to make it through the night. Amber is taking her to the vet right now, at 1am. I think that I may need to drive up to Charlottesville after I turn in my exams tomorrow, and return to Blacksburg on Wednesday night …
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And your stupid ass-face.
You have to be some kind of a right bastard to play thumping bass at 12:30am on a Tuesday morning during exam week.
Dang.
I broke my finger. It hurts.
Crunch.
While driving back to Blacksburg this afternoon, I got in what is perhaps best termed a “fender-bender.” The post-Thanksgiving rush was heavy, and the traffic stop-and-go. At one point, as a column of cars was accelerating from 0 to perhaps 15 mph, something happened up ahead such that we all had to slam on our …
From last night’s dinner.
Five seconds, guaranteed.
Recently, I spent $14 on one of those energy-saving compact flourescent bulbs, one of the ones that are guaranteed to last for five years. This one in particular promotes that it will save me $44 in energy costs in its lifetime. Tonight, a bulb burned out in a ceiling-mounted light that’s awkwardly located over my …
Turn my blue heart to red.
I took the day off school and drove 300 miles to see a neurologist today, in order to get my head examined. After a cursory five-minute review, the doctor said that he simply didn’t know what was wrong with me. It wasn’t that he doubted that my symptoms existed, and it wasn’t that didn’t think …
Yo-Yo.
Scarcely 24 hours after driving back to Blacksburg from Charlottesville, I’m turning around and heading north again to get my brain prodded.
My brain hurts.
I’ve developed the alarming combination of a right-side facial twitch and a visual problem. The symptoms are consistent with simple partial seizures. That in itself isn’t a problem, at least that I’m aware of — I don’t mind the occasional flashy lights and an almost-imperceptably (to an observer) twitchy eyeball. The problem that this type …
Fairly unbalanced.
Once, I was “CNN’s Waldo Jaquith.” I was 16 years old, and I had weaseled my way into DJing for a commercial radio station in Charlottesville, Virginia. I often worked the morning shift on weekends, usually from 8am-2pm, or thereabouts. One morning, I arrived at work to read in the daily newspaper that there had …