Waiting for to grades

heh. Waiting for Godot was one of the first productions I saw at my college, I think. It had the “love” of my HS life in it. And his fiance. heheh. And a big scary guy who eventually became my stalker. Can’t remember his name now. Rick, perhaps. Always wore a long black trench-coat. Ick.

Anyways. WAITING for the grades to be posted. I think it’s giving me stomach ulcers. Eheh. It’s more nervewracking than the test itself.

Ok. I my left ear just started ringing and it feels like it’s in a hollow cave or up in an airplane or something. That can’t be good.

But Mr Allergy Ear Guy says Nothing’s Wrong. So apparently it’s all in my head. No puns intended. I’d like Mr Allergy Ear Guy to experience the ear ache I had yesterday. Then let him tell me it’s all from using q-tips. Which I haven’t used since the day I went to see him.

I hate boys. I hate boy doctors with chauvenistic attitudes. I hate doctors who treat me like I don’t know what I’m talking about, like I’m not experiencing the things that I’m experiencing. It’s completely invalidating. It disturbs me.

I’m going to check one more time for my grade, then go see Dr F. lah lah lah. My stomach is in knoooots.