016; Funkeh

You know those dreams you have where you find yourself in a deep hole (but not so deep that you can't see just barely over the edge) and you keep trying to climb out, but every time you're almost there you slide back in, and to ice the cake, you get a face full of dirt for your troubles? You cough, sputter, wipe your face and try again, but to no avail? You call out, but no one is there, and by the end of your dream you realize, "Oh, this is my hole and I dug it myself so I'd best just suck it up and stop crying when I get dirt in my eyes?"

No?

Oh, right - that's because it's not a dream... it's my life.

Whaa, whaa. Whine, whine. I'm in such a rut I should just shove my face in the trough with the other pigs. And to top it all off, I think I'm getting a kidney infection. Oh em gee. How lovely for me.

Tomorrow I go to The Getty Center to try and forget my problems. Tomorrow evening, I go to the doctor and pay an exorbitant fee to have someone stare at my pee for three hours and then prescribe me some antibiotics. I really need some medical insurance. Or, you know, to not get kidney infections. That would actually be super-keen.