Five Missing Days

So a severe undiagnosed infection took a handful of days out of my summer, the consequences of which are yet to be determined. The opporunity cost of missing work might not only infringe on my travel plans at the close of my summer, but it may also completely veto my plans to study in Europe this spring. What punishment for my ailment. With a cast including Amoxycilin, Prednisone, and Fluticasone Propionate, I should be able to abate the costly sickness. The symptoms were a real drag on my social life, including impairing my enjoyment of the Bela Fleck and the Flecktones concert, which was nonetheless fantastic. I also had to decline invitations to parties and miss some of the headliners at the Waterfront Blues Festival. The bacteria in my neck was consuming the utility out of my summer.

I feel well enough to work tomorrow. I figure it's only a four-day week and after all the hours I missed last week, I need to log as many as I can from here on out. It turns out I don't have very expensive taste, but rather, I spend a lot of time with people who do. The omnipresent discomfort derives from the distinct sources of their cashflow and my own. I don't judge people and their families if parents share their wealth freely with their children, but I find myself suffering financially when I spend time and money with those fortunate sons (and daughters). I guess I'm thankful for understanding how expensive and overpriced so many comodities are, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I can entertain myself on a low budget. Hell, you can drink java all night at Coffee Time up on Northeast 21st and Irving for under five dollars. Bring your buds and your friends for good conversation. I suppose I'll always be more of a saver than a spender; after all, money can grow, but possesions can't.

Well tomorrow is July third. A little Friday on a Monday. I plan to work, hopefully find time to exercise and reverse my emaciation, and meet up with childhood friends, one in particular with whom we shared our innocence and then several moments that buried that childlikeness (or was it childishness) in order to become experienced adults. He may lack vision and motivation, but he's a selfless person who can enjoy himself, and it's always nice to have someone help you remember your own existential history. I suppose it's strange to be talking about the past in reference to the future.