FUNKmaster Art
Today, I’m throwing myself a pity party. It’s on a day like this that I loathe this city.
I’m incredibly ill. I have had a fever for a few days now, and my glands feel like they’re the size of grapefruits. I’d go to the doctor, sure…if I had health insurance, that is. No job equals poor health. And, it sucks, ’cause I’m trying, damnit! I really am. But, I apparently don’t fit into any kind of box that prospective employers wish to place me in. I always figured a city like this one would crave dynamic people. Wrong-o.
To top it all off, the water in my building was shut off around dinner time yesterday evening. I discovered this, poetically enough, RIGHT after I dropped a deuce. So, now, I’ve got no heat, no shower with which to bathe my bacteria-infested body, no water to make the macaroni and cheese I bought because it was four boxes for a dollar, and a small studio apartment that smells like sewage.
My birthday is in 10 days, and I don’t give a shit.
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Sorry Art, sounds like a tough day. If it makes you feel better, I’m home sick too. And since I’m not salaried, I’m just losing pay. You could probably buy a gallon of water pretty cheaply and at least wash your face and flush your toilet, no?
I would be dead right now if it weren’t for the antibiodics I got a couple days ago. I can’t believe that I didn’t have health insurance for 2 years after college…
You should come back to LA. I hear they’re looking for more dynamic people…or people who look like dynamic people anyway.
Yeah, starting off the new year sick like this blows hardcore, guys.
And, I did buy a couple gallons of water from the store, which helped me wash up and helped me cook my macaroni, but my toilet is one of those old kinds without the tanks, so it didn’t help that at all. But, the water is back on. Huzzah.
As far as moving back to LA goes, the idea of living in Southern CA again makes my skin crawl. Nice for a visit, though.