thefly

Got a call from the local hospital, they want me to be their new EKG Tech.

I think my "friend" stole my James Bond PS2 game.

I have this knot on the back of my head that could be where I whacked it or cancer... I feel like a patient of Dr. House.



An update: my friend, the one nice enough to give me a place to stay when I was jobless and homeless actually stole two of my PS2 games, get this, while I was here in NC watching my grandfather die and then burying him. I asked him if he had seen them (not accusing, I never thought he'd do such a thing), if I had left them in his house after I moved and he curtly said no. It may seem trivial to you all but the last true friend I had was as an eighth grader... this guy would have been my next best friend. Now I have no friends (and no one loves me... this has nothing to do with this situation... I just never miss a moment to ponder my girlfriendlessness). After my time at the hospital tomorrow I've got to go through my catalog of media (games, movies, CDs) to make sure I'm not missing anything else.