Revenge of the Nerds or Geeks, or both->Neeks

I live with two of the most unfortunate people in the world. Albeit they are intelligent folk, they have progressed socially to the acceptable standard of a 14 year old, and that is pushing it. I enjoy cartoons and the occasional Kindergarten Cop humor. However, I do not enjoy it continuously. I do not enjoy analyzing cartoons to the point of where you think they are real. And I really do not enjoy the snickers about the words "bag" "sack" "hard" or anything else. You may laugh once or twice, but (hahha...butt) it is only acceptable once in a while. Not each time you say it. I also hate how they stay up until 4am playing video games in opposite rooms against each other and then talk about how great their army conquest was. That really irks me because Tom is doing that for real, or is at least in that real environment.

Mr. Thomas Anderson Moir is holding up well in Afghanistan. I have been making sure that he is keeping up his homeopathic methods while over there to prevent the scrumtrulecent EColi from having a party in Tom's digestive tract and lungs. I know I say this every time, but I will be soooooo excited when he is back for a bit in October. I seriously cannot sustain my excitement for that long. I think I may just explode when I see him...*poof*...well, maybe not, but I am sure that's what it will feel like when I see him coming out of the security area.

Other than that, things are ok. I am seriously sick as a dog. I can't kick this latest infection. It's been around for a month now and my body is craving antibiotics. But the problem is that I get them, and then something else goes wrong. Apparently it is a multi-layered infection. Which is something I am sure everyone is excited to hear.

It means that a lot of my systems are in jeopardy at the moment. I have a meeting with my specialist on the 29th in Ottawa. He called me to set it up as he is "extremely worried about me." It's always a good thing to hear I think. So we shall see what that brings....I am going to assume that it will be: more medication, invasive tests and a possible surgery.

The scariest part is that I am really loosing weight. I really don't feel well and it hurts my stomach when I eat, so it is really light and soft foods, which do not fill you up. So, we shall see what the future holds.

For the meantime, I am going home to sit on the dock and relax. I will bring a book, drink lots of non-waterloo water and try to enjoy myself before next Tuesday rolls around.