Hands

On the one hand, I turn 28 today. On the other hand, I'm in the best place I've ever been, life-wise.

On the one hand, I missed work yesterday to fight the Transit Adjudication folks because someone gave them my info when fare-jumping on the subway (in stations I've never used) only to be turned away and told to come back another day. On the other hand, I may very well have gotten a new, nice 3 Bedroom apartment last night.

On the one hand, it turns out Lisa didn't get food poisoning. On the other hand, it must have been a virus because now I'm running to the bathroom every five minutes.

On the one hand, I have a couple of great things coming up for my class (we're going to publish our fiction through lulu.com and we're going to do a very high-level poetry unit involving T.S. Eliot, Shakespear, Richard Brautigan, Langston Hughs, and maybe more). On the other hand, I've missed two days of school in a row for stupid things I hate doing.

On the one hand, my birthday party was kind of fun and Lisa looked great and I liked my gifts. On the other hand, I'm getting too damn old for that stuff and ended up (again) not being able to talk to the people I really wanted to talk to.

On the one hand, I'm getting good notes back on my book. On the other hand, my folks are sending me a new computer so I'm reluctant to do a whole lot of work on it before that, and then I move, and then . . .there's always something.

Anyway, that's my life. It's much better than it sounds right now, but it is hard to be enthusiastic with diarrhea and nausea competing to see who can kick my ass hardest.