So I went to Bakersfield this week to see some girlfriends, one of three trips planned for my big month off. There are a lot of people who think Bakersfield is a worthless armpit of a cowtown, but those people can suck it. I lived there for three years, and in addition to having my very dear friends there, they also have a freaking Sonic, so like, who lives in the armpit now, huh? HUH? They also have my favorite pizza in the whole world, and also? At my favorite restaurant? The walls are covered in framed newspaper stories written by famous and talented journalists, and I HAVE A STORY HANGING ON THAT WALL. A story about the USA rugby team playing an exhibition against England at UCLA. If you ever go look at it, though, you don't really need to read the story too closely. I mean, you could just admire the byline. For instance.
Now I'm back, and I have been to a funeral, attended a meeting at my new school, and half-cleaned my house three times. I have also slept a lot, because not having a job is exhausting. Oh, and I gotta share this ... So, the whole TB thing. I will get into all that more later, because I have a strict rule that tuberculosis talk can wait just a goddamn minute while I go to Cancun. But this is funny. So, after they told me the test result, the helpful folks at the county health clinic thrust a bunch of papers into my hand and sent me on my way. I was sitting alone in my car when I first saw this cheerful diagram, which sent me into hysterics. I shoved it into the pocket of my car door and didn't find it again till just now. I think you will all agree with me when I say, WHAT THE FUCK.
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I prefer to think of it as: You cleaned the WHOLE house ONE AND A HALF TIMES! That's really quite something, Brisk!
Also? Can you hook me up with this TB by spitting some of those glass shards out your mouth? I like the weight-loss angle.
If you're ever spewing large chunks (and is that phlegm or pieces of lung or enormous germs the size of cockroaches?), please refrain from visiting with others.
Remember that guy who flew on a plane with TB and got in huge trouble? Is that going to be you?
A real live article written by the artist formerly known as A. Brockett?? Why have you been witholding this information? Look out Buttonwillow, I'm stopping in on my way to B-Field!
(blatently ignoring TB talk in preparation for Cancun)
How did all those Tic-Tacs get into that guy's lungs? Was that normal in the 1950s?
Ugh. I am feeling TB-ish lately, but it's more to do with allergies. Still, coughing fits and rattly breathing are never fun. At least not without weight loss involved.
My state of joblessness is also quite exhausting. I've watched 13 hours of Six Feet Under in less than three days, napped daily and am even reading a mediocre book. My dogs, apparently, are equally exhausted, as they sleep with me and near me throughout the day.
Unfortunately, the stress of not having a job in place has resulted in a bit of depression, i.e. the sleeping, moping and eating my feelings. It's a coping skill - unhealthy, but a skill nonetheless. I can't help but wish my coping skills had more to do with working out for 10 hours a day and eating carrot sticks.
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