  This weekend's highlight was entirely the Guiness pub night. Nothing exciting, just good times. Woke up the next day with a particularily virulent stomach flu, one I've not had the constitution to throw off yet. Been spending a lot of my time in a semi-feverish state. If i could remember my dreams, I bet I'd have a plethora of images for slightly disturbing poetry.
Nothing overly exciting has been exposing itself in our lives at present, Kurt is struggling through the malaise that is second year, we're still scratching our heads, wondering how we're going to pay December's bills, and I'm probably not going to get any more kitties till after christmas. I almost don't want to do WAAG anymore, because of Sartre, but then i think of all the kittens running around freezing to death, and i figure i can handle the heartache if some of theses animals are saved, and going to homes where people will love them and make them pleasantly plump. The vacation in the City looms like a largish nicotine cloud. I miss everyone, and yet the utter ass pain that such a trip entails makes me want to vomit. It could be worse, it could be overlaid with the frustration another Christmas in CB would entail, but i've just gotta say; a body at rest tends to stay at rest, and it likes it there.
I'll be one of the first people to sign up for the star trek transporter, that's for sure. Two things to take care of before we're off: a soft carrier for phoebe to be my carry-on, and getting my driver's licence changed over to the Holukoff family name. Bloodwork came back negative. I can safely say that i do not have diabetes, anemia, rheumatoid arthritis, ulcers, and a couple other things I can't remember. One more test to come back. It's the one I'm worried about, but the peliminaries suggest a negatory. So good, yeah, very good. Except, if stuff is happening to me, and there's nothing evidently wrong, am I a hypochondriac?
What's worse, having a disease, or having the symptoms with no diagnosis? Both suck. I march back into the doctor's on the fifth of december, and maybe some answers will turn up. Gatorade tastes like dishwater. 
