I have nothing to say

I really don't. I feel like a loser. I used to start blogs with nothing to say and come out with brilliant stuff in the end. No more. I think I'm going through a dysfunctional spell. Writing, I mean, the rest is normal.

So my former friend that was going to rat me out to God and everyone else feels guilty. So does one of the two others. They're kissing my ass. What's done is done, I do not consider them my friends anymore, but Marisol is too powerful on the nightshift not to placate. *sigh* Fuck 'em.

I think I've decided that cancer would be better than feeling like a leper. No one ever dies from the kind I have/had. Well, not exactly no one, but damn near. Craig told me it'd look bad for like 2 weeks. I thought about veering off the road, but decided it was perhaps a little excessive. When I got home and took off the bandage it looked way better than before, so I think it'll be okay. I hope. Arrgh. Stupid biopsy.

I decidedthat I could tolerate Oakland as long as I was near or in Piedmont because I was going to apply to Mills College. I was all excited after I discovered I could afford to live there and rent a room for a reasonable rate in a fabulous house. So I emailed the school for mroe information only to find that they don't accept transfer students into the nursing program. Nice. That's okay, people like me don't belong in Oakland.

Blah. I still have nothing to say. G'night...