Sunday, July 10, 2005
I don't feel good...
Not sure if it's the sick not-feel-good or something else.
I tried eating eggs... yesterday? The ones from mom's chickens. My body didn't handle that too well. I'm pretty sure I came close to puking them back up.
Got zapped by the electric fence today. Actually, it was more than a zap. I think it was closer to being electrified. I had my hand on the metal gate and touched the chain to close the gate. Had no idea that the chain was touching the fence, and let me tell you, it hurt like hell. I felt everything inside just stop, and I jumped back several feet and started yelling and cussing. I nearly scared mom's horse out of her mind. Oh man, it hurt... I couldn't make my hand work for a few minutes.
What else... oh. Started working at Buffalo Point again. Tara Davis took my job as assistant cook, so I was booted down to dishwasher. But technically, I'm still a "senior officer". And it's not too bad. I'm still paid $6 an hour, tuesday through Saturday, from 5-10+ in the evening (but until I quit Virgil's, it's 8-10+...) Still, it'll be a frequent paycheck, and I could definitely use the money.
I still feel sick...
Was talking to Amanda a few minutes ago, but now I'm talking to her girlfriend Christy. Or, was. I think at this point, opting to "speak when spoken to" is a good idea.
I think I've let something slip.
Doubt I can make the drive to see Rachael, unless she can manage to come to Omaha and meet me halfway. Winter is starting to look doubtful.
Damnit.
Still not feeling good.
In fact, I think I'm feeling worse.
That feel-bad feeling has now mixed in with a feeling of loneliness/negativity/guilt/etc. etc. -other things of bad nature.
Urg...
Not sure if it's the sick not-feel-good or something else.
I tried eating eggs... yesterday? The ones from mom's chickens. My body didn't handle that too well. I'm pretty sure I came close to puking them back up.
Got zapped by the electric fence today. Actually, it was more than a zap. I think it was closer to being electrified. I had my hand on the metal gate and touched the chain to close the gate. Had no idea that the chain was touching the fence, and let me tell you, it hurt like hell. I felt everything inside just stop, and I jumped back several feet and started yelling and cussing. I nearly scared mom's horse out of her mind. Oh man, it hurt... I couldn't make my hand work for a few minutes.
What else... oh. Started working at Buffalo Point again. Tara Davis took my job as assistant cook, so I was booted down to dishwasher. But technically, I'm still a "senior officer". And it's not too bad. I'm still paid $6 an hour, tuesday through Saturday, from 5-10+ in the evening (but until I quit Virgil's, it's 8-10+...) Still, it'll be a frequent paycheck, and I could definitely use the money.
I still feel sick...
Was talking to Amanda a few minutes ago, but now I'm talking to her girlfriend Christy. Or, was. I think at this point, opting to "speak when spoken to" is a good idea.
I think I've let something slip.
Doubt I can make the drive to see Rachael, unless she can manage to come to Omaha and meet me halfway. Winter is starting to look doubtful.
Damnit.
Still not feeling good.
In fact, I think I'm feeling worse.
That feel-bad feeling has now mixed in with a feeling of loneliness/negativity/guilt/etc. etc. -other things of bad nature.
Urg...
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