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Jun. 27th, 2009 01:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rocknload1) I'm using my computer a lot less recently. I'm keeping up with people through my BlackBerry, which has gchat and AIM and Facebook and text messaging and Twitter, but not so much with the LiveJournal. If you somehow feel that your life is lacking, well, me, feel free to hit me up at any of those places. I changed my AIM recently to avoid some people but gchat is probably the best place to find me.
2) Today my tongue started oozing blood after I ate some sour candy—okay, a lot of sour candy—and that was freaky as fuck but I probably would've ignored it if it wasn't for the five freak nose bleeds I had in the past week and the fact that I've been put on antibiotics three times since February for separate infections and I've spent more of this year sick than healthy. I also barely do anything anymore, I'm tired all the time, and I tend to black out when I stand up and sometimes have to hold onto the wall to walk down the hallway—and there's other stuff, too, but they are more gross and this paragraph is long enough already, see how unbalanced it is? There's possibly a separate reasonable explanation for all these things and maybe it's just because I don't eat so well, but I think I might be sick, so I'm going to the doctor. The diagnosis I most fear is hypochondria.
3) My financial aid came through and about a third of what they offered me is grants. It's not enough to live off of but it's almost enough, and I think I can supplement it with work for my father if the economy picks up just a little. I applied for an apartment down in Tucson, and after talking to the guy on the phone my chances of landing it are pretty good.
4) I had a miserable day at work. Not only did I swallow a bunch of my own blood, but it was miserably hot, I sat in an ant hill, the job took way too goddamn long and I got sick and dizzy and couldn't do much of the work anyway.
5) That's it.
2) Today my tongue started oozing blood after I ate some sour candy—okay, a lot of sour candy—and that was freaky as fuck but I probably would've ignored it if it wasn't for the five freak nose bleeds I had in the past week and the fact that I've been put on antibiotics three times since February for separate infections and I've spent more of this year sick than healthy. I also barely do anything anymore, I'm tired all the time, and I tend to black out when I stand up and sometimes have to hold onto the wall to walk down the hallway—and there's other stuff, too, but they are more gross and this paragraph is long enough already, see how unbalanced it is? There's possibly a separate reasonable explanation for all these things and maybe it's just because I don't eat so well, but I think I might be sick, so I'm going to the doctor. The diagnosis I most fear is hypochondria.
3) My financial aid came through and about a third of what they offered me is grants. It's not enough to live off of but it's almost enough, and I think I can supplement it with work for my father if the economy picks up just a little. I applied for an apartment down in Tucson, and after talking to the guy on the phone my chances of landing it are pretty good.
4) I had a miserable day at work. Not only did I swallow a bunch of my own blood, but it was miserably hot, I sat in an ant hill, the job took way too goddamn long and I got sick and dizzy and couldn't do much of the work anyway.
5) That's it.
