Well haven’t I just been the social butterfly and ignoring my blogging responsibilities? I have had a very busy weekend running errands and going out. It was a nice change after a week-long dry spell.

So first if all, let me bitch about doctors. I thoroughly did not enjoy waiting around for 40 minutes only to be see a doctor for less than five minutes and be told they had no clue what was wrong with me. Now….what in the hell can ANYONE surmise in less than five minutes in order to give a prognosis. So I shall do what my auto mechanic always says, wait until the problem gets worse before you bring it in.

And speaking of cars, I finally had a chance to take mine it to get it serviced and to fix a nasty little rattling problem. The first problem is that I woke up 2 hours after my scheduled appointment, took it in anyway, and after four hours it STILL had not gone into the shop, so I went back and picked it up. But the nice part was talking to the courtesy van driver, John, an elderly Brit chap who talked to me about everything from politics to American society. It was very cool to get his perspective on things and was an honor to be called a “very nice and respectable young man.” It made me feel good to hear that. (An acquaintance of mine said today that “you;re one of the few people in this world who is not an asshole”) He had some very interesting views on things and I was somewhat taken aback by his negative views on this country since he had been here for so long, but, he does come from a different time and listening to him talk about how things used to me gave me an even greater perspective on life and this society. It was very cool.

Other than that, I go back to the daily grind of teaching tomorrow. Ugh. I like my students, and it has been awesome to see how fiercely loyal they have become in three days, which they showed when some were asked to volunteer to move out of my class. But this 8 am bullshit is ridiculous

I may just very well get my first REAL job soon. I applied for a publishing/writing company a month ago and hear nothing (this is not the one that I had my interview for, that one was a waste of time), and I got an e-mail this week saying I was one of 8 out of 86 applicants chosen to be interviewed. So who knows? I may actually get to make some real money at a steady pace for a change. It certainly would be nice to pay of all my bills and get the heck out of dodge.

I am really looking forward to starting work on Uz. I met with the creators yesterday and had a great meeting. They were very open to my ideas and changes to help make the show more theatrical and tighter. I think it will be a great experience and I cannot wait to start on it. The dance sequences a lone get my heart jumping. And it will be awesome to work on an original piece that has no precedence set before it. It will be all me! MUAHAHAAHAH!

And finally, and better late than never, my brother and his wife are expecting. So I shall be an Uncle sometime in February. Frightening thought indeed.

And here is the couch. It is STILL out there and we had a huge rainshower. That thing is going to start getting rank tomm. And just for fun here is what is directly outside my window.

I didn’t realize it until I moved in and believe it or not, hearing the noise of 6 ACs is actually soothing. That is until they start whirring and sounding like croaking frogs at which point I sneak outside and cut the power line to the troubling unit….not…that….I ever would do that >:)

So I went into the office again today and talked to the manager and she asked how it was going and I just looked at her like, “Are you insane?” And told her the schpeel again. She said she found it amazing that they could make that noise because they seemed so nice ONLY because of their damn chihuahua. I told her looks can be deceiving. She said she would take care of it and involve the lawyers if need be. I am assuming that means their asses are gone. She mentioned something to me about moving to the third floor in another buiding and I told her it would not be fair for me to move because I have no time or the money for that and besides if I did move, I told her that the next tennant would have the same exact problem unless they were deaf. Soooooooooo….they should be gone soon. They fucked with the wrong camel.

On a school note…the list serv that I am on for English graduate students became a moderated list today because some people (altho some of us know it is only one person) complained about the content and receiving too many e-mails…umm….press the DELETE button morons. What is even funnier is that the student who set up the list even HAS to moderate the list. But he says it is not censorship and would just bounce the other e-mails to another list serv. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII don’t think so. This is where the Norma Rae in me comes out.

Ok, I have spent most of the day working on my syallbus, course schedule and what not for school. I must say it started out as a daunting task, but I have managed to complete all of it and I am relieved. I am, after all, obsessed with organization and color coding and office supplies and what not. It drives Sara to the brink of barfing sometimes. So we shall see.

I was supposed to go out with a friend tonight who, not surprisingly, didn’t call me. I spent about two hours on the phone with him last night helping him through another crisis and we made plans to talk and hang out. How deluded I was once again to think that he would actually follow through on this one.

Everything seems to be going well in Pilonidal Cyst land. It only hurts now when I lay directly on it and I am patiently waiting for it to go away. The worst part is that I can’t do any kind of working out or stretching until it is gone otherwise I could traumatize it again. Oh, what I wouldn’t give for the body of Adonis and the money of the Fortune 500.

Wow..three days since my last blog…..why am I not surprised. Well, I have spent the last three days in this morbid obsession with my pilonidal cysts researching the web for any information. I have to admit that that was a bad move because all I found were horror stories. People who kept having them come back and nothing was stopping them as if they were some sort of biblical plague. Needless to say, I was a wreck. Yesterday though I had somewhat of a breakthrough as the cyst decided to start draning itself (I am sure you all came here to read this) and it has not stopped since. But when I went to the doc today he said that was a good thing because they would have had to cut me open. The pilonidal condition is something of a bafflement for medical science and there is no sure cure. A lot of men and women sufer from this and there really is no heavy research being done to figure out what causes it and how to permanently get rid of it. Right now it just dpeends on a person’s physiology. It was first discovered in the army and was called Jeep Rider’s disease because many of the drivers would get them from the poor cushioning and constant bumpiness of the terrain. It hospilatized over 80,000 U.S. army soldiers during WWII, accounting for 4.2 million sick days. They did a fascinating 17 year study on the condition. Not even a cystectomy gets rid of it completely. Thank god, I don’t need one. But if it does recurr, I may think about it. My problem was that I waited until it had gotten infected before checking it out, so I was in more pain that I needed to be; then again, how was I to know what it was? He said it should take about a week to fully heal and go away and that it looks ok. It will either never come back again or, worst case scenario, come back 2 or 3 times a year. It’s a congential condition that forms while in the womb so there is nothing much I can do about it. I just have to be careful. I am just so thankful that I don’t need surgery and it is all over. I may consider getting it around Christmas, but we’ll see. I have to go back next Friday just to make sure it is all ok. I am just thrilled that it is not getting any more serious and will get better. I have just been in a really bad funk (as Sara will attest to) and have been so fatalistic about everything. I keep saying to myself “What if I am never able to dance again?” That would be death to me.

Speaking of which I found a new studio. The Florida Ballet School. They teach all disciplines, all levels, all ages. Inexpesive and quite good from what I hear. It is all the way in Palm Harbor but it may be worth it. I just need something.

Looking forward to starting work on The Performing Artist magazine and hoing it all goes well.

One more week to go and school starts….looking forward to it. Nervous as hell, but we’ll see…..

Ok…so I went to the doc today to check my broken ass out. I was in unbearable pain last night and this morning. I thought I was going to lose it. It was not fun getting in and out of my car and trying to drive around all day. But after some blood drawing and ass checking it turns out I have a pilocarsomthingal cyst that is infected (which explains why I was running a fever today). My blood work came up high and it is definitely infected. So I have to take these expensive horse-pill sized antibiotics and hope to God it is not or gets abcessed otherwise they have to cut me open and drain….this week could not get any worse. But I will remain positive coz this thing needs to go away. So I can’t sit for too long and I need to go lie down again….

I think I have broken my ass….My tailbone is in an incredible amount of pain and I have no clue why. I could barely sit down and sleeping was a trial for me. I didn’t fall, didn’t bump it or anything, so I have no clue what happened. All I know is that it is swollen and it hurts…I had to leave work early today and ice it and icy hot it. It feels a little better, but I think that is because I numbed the shit out of it. I am ready to pop some painkillers here.

Home…home at last. I decided today to start eating healthier and taking in more protein and less carbos and fats. You know, doctors warn us that eating unhealthy could lead to shorter lives, but they never mention that shopping for healthier foods could burn a a hole in your wallet. I could fill my shopping cart full of junk food and not even pay half of what I did today with half a cart of healthy food. Why buying meat and chicken is so expensive is beyond me. As I write this I am waiting for my dinner to get done. I made turkey and portabello mushroom meatloaf with dill new potatoes and asparagus. Sounds good, eh?

I also want to start growing my own fresh herbs because the bottled ones are pathetically ineffective. So I bought an oregano and thyme plant….it will be interesting to see what kills them first, the lack of sunlight or my inquisitive cats. Derby couldn’t care less after sniffing them, but Fosse seems determined to eat the oregano no matter how bitter it tastes to him….sigh…how blessed I am.

I am having a techno-geek night with Sara. We are going to try and videoconference/netmeet and try to get our syllabi made and explore the fun world of html. I think I have officially become a web-geek..may God have mercy on my soul. I’ll take care of my rants later tonight…off I am to baste!!!!

Day two of my blogger venture and all seems to be going well. I can see why Sara likes it so much and why she has become obsessed with it. I am at work, as usual, feeling completely bored off my ass but trying to get some stuff done. I finally caught up on all the news and feelings for my journal. A whopping 8 pages typed up which would have equaled about 15 hand written. I has a lot to say and get off my chest so hopfeully I will keep up with the damn thing. It will be interesting to use the blogger in conjunction with my journal. Thinking of making some new blogsfor different things…thanks a lot Sara!

I have come to the conlcusion that I don’t like my website anymore and I need to change the look of it. All that time making it and now “poof!” But I guess I should get used to that. I am going to try and mess around with some ideas when I get home and see what I can come up with.

I got some fun stuff to get off my chest when I get home tonight including teaching woes, Disney’s 2 hour tour crap…and so much more…