this imploding heart

no more monkeys jumpin on the bed.

Really kids, I'm still working my ass off during the workday because I can't seem to convince myself to study more than half-assedly during the weekend. It's Products of Functions in one ear and Shared Domain is All That Counts out the other. And don't even get me started on the plight of Japanese Americans in California in 1942. I've got notecards.

Cake is injured. He got kneed in the inside of the knee that's already been entirely rebuilt once last night on the basketball court. Every anxious and invisible finger in me is crossed, because trips to the doctor are expensive. It's so, so swollen.

(Pssst. Pssst, Universe, over here. I know you think all the joking on that kid is pretty funny lately, but if you don't see fit to lay off, could you see fit to either: A: have his knee heal in the next day or so. or B: send the magical knee-doctor-fairy-who-doesn't-charge-more-than-fifty-bucks, not including x-rays. I don't think I'm asking too much here.)

So don't expect to hear much out of me until I can get f(x) and g(x) to make pretty when represented by regular numbers. Once that's out of the way, I can focus on gritting my teeth and wincing when my boyfriend cries out in pain in his sleep, and sorting out why the former governor of california thought American born Japanese were more of a threat than their immigrant parents.

ADDENDUM:

(Universe, that was a tricky and pleasant suprise, that leftover insurance. Now lets just hope that the necessary surgery will be the kind where they just fish around in there with a scope, as opposed to the kind where they will have to open his knee like a flower and sew all the parts back together.)

Posted by Sonya at February 23, 2004 08:56 AM