Do you really want to hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry?

So Radiation has already won. Here's the low down though. So after school I go to radiation. I meet Brad. He's about mid-thirties, has children and a wife and just got a vasectomy. He said that his doctor was showing his scrotum to an intern and pretending like Brad wasn't there, so he can relate to the general weirdness with everything. Renee and Brad "prep" me by putting me on a table and then move me into position. Then the doctor comes in who looks just like the guy from eHarmony.com and says I need the Iron Widower. Or something like that. Anyway, it's a ball, made of lead that they have to put my stuff in to protect it. It's probably because if I'm infertile after this, I could sue or something. Anyway, Brad was nice enough to warm up the Iron Widower. (If anyone has a better name, please say so.) The radiation took under a minute and I left.

Oh, but I had to get blood work and the stupid phlebotomist had to poke me twice. She had a bumper sticker that says "<3 your Phlebotomist" I don't heart her. But there was this one phlebotomist by my urologist that talked like Miss Cleo but less annoying and was awesome. When I'm Enligtened Despot, or Benevolent Dictator, then I will have her be the official state phlebotomist and show how it's done.

So I come home and eat dinner, and then throw up all evening. Finally at one point my stomach is completely empty and I feel ok. So then I go to bed at 8pm.

I was so hungry this morning because all I had yesterday that I didn't throw up was a six inch sub from the Way of the Sub. So I had a bagel. I'm not sick yet, but I guess we'll see.

Note to the Collegue: I'm not Austro-Hungarian. I'm German. However, there is some evidence that my family emigrated from the Austro-Hungarian empire, but I am ethnically german. I look german. With my blue eyes and hitler hair. I am like an aryan poster child. I think I shall now go by the name Augustus. Or maybe when I'm Enlightened Despot/Benevolent Dictator (ED/BD) I shall be Agustinian I but people will call me Gus.

Oh, and I will official start the Church of the Poison Mind. It will be a tribute to Culture Club to fill the existential emptiness that everyone feels. I think I'm having an existential crisis. Is there a detective in the house?

I'm thinking about dropping a class or two. I don't want to, but I don't want to do horribly this semester. I don't think I've done half the work I did last semester. I'm still debating, but I may do so soon. I don't know when the deadline is.

I installed FFXI on my computer again last night. It took about 9 hours to download the update. But it is updated and working. If only I had time to play....

I guess that's all for now. Civil Procedure is starting soon. We're learning about Discovery.

ADDENDUM: The phlebotomist kept saying my name over and over like 4 times, and she was like, that's a really popular name. Then she paused and said, oh wait I was thinking of David Letterman. WTF? This crack smoker is taking my blood and she thinks my name is anything like David Letterman. Weird.