Have you ever heard the expression, "When it rains, it pours?" Well, who am I kidding. Everyone has. Provided, of course, English is your first language. If some odd occurrence English isn't your first language, and you are reading this, it just means that bad luck brings many things at once.

I went to the doctor in regards to my lump, and as of current, the initial diagnosis is a lipoma. Now, again, if English isn't your first language, or if have no medical background at all, I'll spare you the trouble of looking it up. It's a subcutaneous, fatty, generally benign tumor.

I have to see a specialist tomorrow. I will have more information tomorrow.

Fan-fucking-tastic. Let's add this to the pile of misfortune. Jesus H. Christ.

Additionally, I was contacted by one Mister Michael John Erickson. He asked if I had Dan's email address. My first instinct was just to exit the window, but I read and thought more about it. Alright, Mike, even if I did have it... Why would I give it to you? Let's think about this...

You left me to pursue a boy, Dan, who said, "Get lost." Then, you entertain Andrew Turner, while still stringing me along. Then, that ends, and you tell me we are going to go to Florida to see if thing's will work out. Then, you call me over to your house, to tell me it's off. I find out that this is because you started another relationship the day before.

Now, any normal can see why I shouldn't wish anything less than death upon you, but for some odd reason, I cannot. The last thing I want to happen is for my ex-boyfriend to get together with one of my ex-bestfriends whose previous interactions are the only reasons that they are ex's. If you can understand that, I'll give you a graham cracker.

And for Dan, well, I have plenty of words for him that I won't write hear. If he's curious, he'll ask me.

I'm back to the one word titles, because it fits really nicely. If one reads deep enough, they know that Mike loves volkswagens, and there is this really nifty volkswagen commercial with a techno version of Gene Kelly's Singing in the Rain. Rain is what's happening now. It's raining little rays of cancer. And, I don't have an umbrella. =]

What Would Wilferd Do?

The only thing that could make things worse right about now, is a letter from UMass Boston saying that they've denied my request for a dependency override.

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