Update

I’m at work and things are a little slow, so I’ll take the time to update on my week. Thursday, I was, of course, sick. Although I was better by Friday, I have felt an eerie dizziness and weakness ever since. I cannot finish meals; in fact, a few bites fills me yet leaves me hungry. I sleep a lot more, but I don’t seem to get much energy from it. When I wake up, brushing me teeth is a difficult task. When I finish, I have to lie on the floor to recuperate. I don’t understand what’s going on in my body, but there’s not much I can do about it right now. As long as it doesn’t kill me, I’ll be fine. And, as I say, only a fool believes he is in complete control of life. Saturday, I did go to a party. It was interesting, and I don’t want to go into details. I had fun, but I got embarrassed a few times. My weakness also made it not-so-fun. I had to sit down a lot because I felt like I was going to faint. Weird thing was that I was the only guy there, which wasn’t planned (I trust). So… yeah… Caddy is home and says she wants to see me. I don’t know if I should believe that or not. Heh. If she wants to, we could get together Friday. A while back, Kenneth and Robert had invited me to see The Return of the King for this coming midnight. Unfortunately, I have two finals tomorrow morning, and they are probably going to be my hardest. Sunday, I will be in a nativity scene. Ironically, I will be the angel and Hared. If you didn’t know, I’ve been an angel or some kind in almost every play I’ve been in. I am far from angelic. Monday, I am going to have teeth pulled out in preparation for surgery and braces. I am going to have the surgery on January 2nd. PJC opens on Friday, the 2nd, so I will have to miss work. Class begins on Thursday, the 8th, so I will have time to make up any hours from that day I’ll miss if I am well enough. Christmas is going to be a drag this year. The nativity scene will probably make me sick because of all the cold weather. The dental work will make me grouchier. And just… the sum of everything that’s happened to me lately. Every year seems to get just a little bit worse. There’s not much I can do about it though. Everyone always asks me what I want for Christmas. Every year I lose something. I just wonder how next year will turn out.