The Girl in the Dirty Shirt

Break

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Probe has given me a break to let my wounds heal. They didn’t think it was right for me to continue my work this week since it was going to be pretty hectic.

I suppose it’s okay. Though my wounds are drying up and turning into oh-so-pickable scabs, and though I’ve gotten the hang of my Super Ninja Nunchaku Cane, my right foot’s still pretty swollen. I only have less than fifty hours to complete, anyway, so I should be able to pull that off before the new school year starts. This actually gives me a chance to really bum around on my final summer vacation as a student. I really haven’t had the chance to wake up and then fall back to a guiltless sleep until this break came along.

It’s just that I’m such a goddamn workaholic. I like bumming around, but the thought of all that postponed work just nags at me. Plus, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m a little sad that I won’t be able to complete my hours along with my intern batch. They do look at me funny, but they’re still nice people. I miss our buko icedrop breaks. Oh, and I’m their dirty joke supplier! Those poor prudes! How will they liiiiiive?!!?

So I’ve been pretty much in limbo, just hobbling around, reading, writing, watching Maury Povich and taking medication. These inactive activities, paired with the fact that I live with my loving, flatulent grandparents, makes me feel like I’m in a nursing home. I gots me a hankerin’ fer some exercise, yeehaw, but I can’t do anything about it. And to add to the air of uncertainty, the Dumaguete workshop is in two weeks, and the results aren’t out yet.

So let’s see: my practicum’s on hold, I am a bowl of prunes short of becoming a granny and Dumaguete’s keeping mum. One of these has got to give. Soon. Please.

posted by marguerite @ 12:04 PM