Forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit
Wow.
What a week.
It was rough, but in a strange way, good.
Sure, I found out that I've got some kind of fucked-up thing going on with my knee.
But my doctor assures me it's not cancer.
(In case you're wondering, that's not my knee, but it would take a fucking rocket scientist to tell that X-ray apart from the one I had done on Tuesday...)
I was happy to hear my doctor rule cancer out so quickly, as that kept me from cashing out my 401(k) to walk the earth and have adventures...
(Oh, and btw, you know I'm totally going to rub it in his face if it is cancer! Take that "doctor!" ROTFLMAO!!!)
Instead, I've got to get used to the fact that I've simply got some random shit going on in my body that's forming a Brazil-nut-sized lump under my right kneecap.
Eh. I had it coming.
But that's not really bugging me, strangely enough.
I've been rolling with the punches all week.
And there have been a bunch of them...
Thursday, I worked 22 hours.
I haven't done that since I was a bitch-boy consultant in Washington, DC, running from my loneliness by working too much, living fast, and having "just one more" test-tube-Kamikaze shot at Heaven and Hell's 80's night.
(Faithful reader, fear not--the kamikaze's stopped once I turned 24, as I moved on to Chief Ike's, one of my favorite bars in the world.)
But Thursday's 22 hours was nothing compared to the unapologetic royal ass-fucking that I got on Friday.
The silver lining is that I've learned that, through all the shit, Niki will stick with me, no matter what.
I never thought I'd be in such a healthy relationship...
So I don't brood on the downside.
Instead, I'm remarkably chipper, optimistic even.
The world's gotten clearer...
What happened?
You don't really care.
And I don't want to go into it right now.
I'm happy, I'm listening to Lil' Troy, and I've got Plans A through G ready to roll...
I'll say this much, though: when a zebra twists his ankle, the other zebras don't stay behind with him until he gets better.
Virgil was right: forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit
What a week.
It was rough, but in a strange way, good.
Sure, I found out that I've got some kind of fucked-up thing going on with my knee.
But my doctor assures me it's not cancer.
(In case you're wondering, that's not my knee, but it would take a fucking rocket scientist to tell that X-ray apart from the one I had done on Tuesday...)
I was happy to hear my doctor rule cancer out so quickly, as that kept me from cashing out my 401(k) to walk the earth and have adventures...
(Oh, and btw, you know I'm totally going to rub it in his face if it is cancer! Take that "doctor!" ROTFLMAO!!!)
Instead, I've got to get used to the fact that I've simply got some random shit going on in my body that's forming a Brazil-nut-sized lump under my right kneecap.
Eh. I had it coming.
But that's not really bugging me, strangely enough.
I've been rolling with the punches all week.
And there have been a bunch of them...
Thursday, I worked 22 hours.
I haven't done that since I was a bitch-boy consultant in Washington, DC, running from my loneliness by working too much, living fast, and having "just one more" test-tube-Kamikaze shot at Heaven and Hell's 80's night.
(Faithful reader, fear not--the kamikaze's stopped once I turned 24, as I moved on to Chief Ike's, one of my favorite bars in the world.)
But Thursday's 22 hours was nothing compared to the unapologetic royal ass-fucking that I got on Friday.
The silver lining is that I've learned that, through all the shit, Niki will stick with me, no matter what.
I never thought I'd be in such a healthy relationship...
So I don't brood on the downside.
Instead, I'm remarkably chipper, optimistic even.
The world's gotten clearer...
What happened?
You don't really care.
And I don't want to go into it right now.
I'm happy, I'm listening to Lil' Troy, and I've got Plans A through G ready to roll...
I'll say this much, though: when a zebra twists his ankle, the other zebras don't stay behind with him until he gets better.
Virgil was right: forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit
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