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BACK DOOR BOY IN A FRONT DOOR WORLD
OUTSIDE OF SOCIETY - THAT'S WHERE I WANT TO BE
I'm going to lose my cool before the day is over, I swear I am - be warned... 
8th-Jan-2003 07:02 am
My show this morning is completely fucked. The commercial log is wrong, the spots labelled as :30 seconds are actually :60 - so not ONLY does this cheat me out of my talk breaks, but it cuts into the live show. We come out of commercial and Bob & Sheri are already talking about something. Tens of thousands of people are listening to this and I look like some incompetent fucking yahoo who doesn't know what I'm doing because someone else cannot be bothered to do their fucking job. For the past 3 days I've had missing commercial spots. I've told the appropriate people, and yet today is worse than Monday & Tuesday combined. I want to fucking scream.

I'm worried about Damien, he barely slept last night and has been miserable with this sinus infection. Maggie and Paige were both complaining last night of sore throats. Avery is still teething and trying to cut her top teeth, and has taken to yelling like a banshee if you don't pick her up when she wants you to. Cole's whining because he went to the dentist yesterday and the dentist gave him some bad news. He is no longer able to suck his thumb when he sleeps or watches TV.

I've been unwell for a while now, and am just now getting over an inner ear infection. I went to the bathroom this morning and found two nickel-sized blood stains on the inside front panel of my underwear that I slept in last night. Something is seriously wrong with this because I'm already taking antibiotics for my ear thing, so it cannot be a kidney and/or bladder infection. I'm going to call Dr. Shannon and see what he thinks.

I did have a really good dream last night. I dreamt that I was all kinds of rich and I went to Pets Mart and bought the motherload of dog stuff, which I loaded up into my brand new GMC Yukon and hauled up to Suwanee and donated to SEPRA, my favorite animal shelter. SEPRA stands for Southeast Pug Rescue & Adoption, Inc. and they are a shelter that takes in pugs who are neglected and sick and works to make them healthy and find them families who will foster and adopt them. So I go there and give them all of the stuff on their wishlist, and give them a check for $50K. I pledged to volunteer my time one week out of every month to help them out. They are a
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My show this morning is completely fucked. The commercial log is wrong, the spots labelled as :30 seconds are actually :60 - so not ONLY does this cheat me out of my talk breaks, but it cuts into the live show. We come out of commercial and Bob & Sheri are already talking about something. Tens of thousands of people are listening to this and I look like some incompetent fucking yahoo who doesn't know what I'm doing because someone else cannot be bothered to do their fucking job. For the past 3 days I've had missing commercial spots. I've told the appropriate people, and yet today is worse than Monday & Tuesday combined. I want to fucking scream.

I'm worried about Damien, he barely slept last night and has been miserable with this sinus infection. Maggie and Paige were both complaining last night of sore throats. Avery is still teething and trying to cut her top teeth, and has taken to yelling like a banshee if you don't pick her up when she wants you to. Cole's whining because he went to the dentist yesterday and the dentist gave him some bad news. He is no longer able to suck his thumb when he sleeps or watches TV.

I've been unwell for a while now, and am just now getting over an inner ear infection. I went to the bathroom this morning and found two nickel-sized blood stains on the inside front panel of my underwear that I slept in last night. Something is seriously wrong with this because I'm already taking antibiotics for my ear thing, so it cannot be a kidney and/or bladder infection. I'm going to call Dr. Shannon and see what he thinks.

I did have a really good dream last night. I dreamt that I was all kinds of rich and I went to Pets Mart and bought the motherload of dog stuff, which I loaded up into my brand new GMC Yukon and hauled up to Suwanee and donated to <a href="http://www.rescuepug.com/"><b>SEPRA</b></a>, my favorite animal shelter. <a href="http://www.rescuepug.com/"><b>SEPRA</b></a> stands for Southeast Pug Rescue & Adoption, Inc. and they are a shelter that takes in pugs who are neglected and sick and works to make them healthy and find them families who will foster and adopt them. So I go there and give them all of the stuff on their <a href="http://www.rescuepug.com/wishlist.html"><b>wishlist</b></a>, and give them a check for $50K. I pledged to volunteer my time one week out of every month to help them out. They are a <a href="http://www.rescuepug.com/aboutsepra.html"<b>nonprofit organization that operates on donations and adoption fees</b></a> and are phenominal people. Their website is great, I go there frequently to see the dogs they have available for adoption. They post pictures of them and their stories about how they got to the shelter. Some of them are heartbreaking, some of them are really funny. If ever I come into a lot of money, I'm doing this. It was a nice dream.
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8th-Jan-2003 05:08 am (UTC)
::reaches through the snot and sends warm fuzzy energies to you from a few blocks away::
8th-Jan-2003 05:12 am (UTC)
Morning honey - hope you're feeling okay. reread this entry, I had to modify it. I love you...
8th-Jan-2003 06:12 am (UTC)
me Thinks Its Time For You To Go To The DOC Dude.

If you want a weimariner jsut let me know. I'll save you one when we breed Mystic. :) If not that is okay too.
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