Saturday, August 18, 2001

Whew. What a tumultuous week. Another one. On top of everything, my identity has been stolen (in the form of some checks that accidentally got thrown away for an account I thought I'd closed) and somebody impersonating me has been wreaking havoc on my credit rating writing thousands of dollars of bad checks all over the Northwest. When the shingles come of the roof they come off in huge patches.

Our wedding has been cancelled and moved from the sumptous Oregon coast to a Colorado backyard. Okay by me... I've been so reduced that I'm grateful for anything now. The company I work for is bankrupt and my health has been on the rocks (or on the teeth, I should say), but two root canals later I'm beginng to recover.

At any rate, I'll probably start blogging again soon...

Monday, August 13, 2001

I've been up all night. Today I have taken enough hydrocodone to stun a horse and I feel relatively lucid. The agony of an abscessed tooth cannot be understated. I have been afraid to sleep because I worry that this massive swelling might obstruct my airway.

Haley's got enough shit to worry about. I haven't wanted to trouble her, but she came down anyway and kept me company.The dentist will see me in just two short hours.

I've never been in such pain. What a fuckin' week.

Sunday, August 12, 2001

What a week. Haley's dad broke his neck in a bike accident. We just got back from Colorado. Awful, awful. He's not paralyzed, but a hangman's fracture is no pretty thing. The wedding is in three weeks.

My tooth has abscessed and one side of my face is the size of a grapefruit. Tomorrow at seven AM they kill the tooth. I am on so much hydrocodone that I should be asleep, but it barely keeps pace with the horrific pain.

That's about it. I have a launch tomorrow that is obviously not gonna happen.