I have all these post-its on my computer screen right now and they're yelling at me to do shit or to remember things."Adrien's number is ###-3658!!!!"
"Call ###-4154!!! ABOUT FOOT" <~~not about any foot in particular but about FOOT.
"Call Jean Obemeyer about dr's appt and med leave!! x.2328"
"Letter, name, address, cash $5, to Loch Sheldrake"
"Nov. 15, 2:30, Tuesday Nov.13, still open. check what's still open!"
Believe it or not, all of those post its have something in common.
I had to call the foot specialist this morning about getting an evaluation for my foot. Bottom line: I have an appointment on Monday at 1:30 in Middletown.
Problem: I have 3 major classes that day and one test.
So, I get on the wire and call the dean of students. They then tell me that they'll email my teachers and tell them that I'll be taking a 2 day medical leave beginning Monday. I got in touch with my religion professor today about missing Monday and now get to take an exam on Friday. How lovely? Yes. She's being very understanding about this. So is my french professor, for that matter.
I'm going home on Sunday night and coming back on Tuesday afternoon.
Can I just say that I fucking miss my mother? I do. Even though half the time she pissed me off with the way she coughed her smokers cough, she was always right on the money with her cliches. I miss her. I wish that I could go to her and bouce ideas off of her the way I used to when I was at home.
I miss too many people.
I spoke to Adrien and hung out with him tonight. I miss him now even though we JUST saw each other. We went to a museum at which there was no photography allowed. He brightened up my day and made me feel useful for the first time in about a week.
Now I'm back in my dorm and I'm depressed.
I need to get in touch with myself again.
