Well, they say good things come to those who wait. Guess I should have been more patient. I contacted the Dr. Notes people again on Thursday to see if there had been any decisions made. Finally heard from them Thursday evening. I'm not going to be called back for another interview. So, I didn't get the job. Great. Talk about a good way to ruin a day. And it was just the start.

I made the mistake of checking my e-mail about an hour or so before Survivor came on. I'm really hooked on this season and I want to see Rupert go all the way. Well, I had hoped. I had a feeling after seeing the e-mail that it was just the start of a bad evening. And I was right. On Survivor, Rupert, the best goddamned Survivor they've had on the damn show got voted off. That little weasel Jon had a fuckin' smirk on his face, I wanted to fuckin' strangle him. The stupidity of people just really pisses me off. Rupert was the man and should have won. Oh well.

After the rest of my shows were over (CSI & Without A Trace), I decided to get on my computer and do some job hunting. Found a few things, but just didn't really feel to into it so I decided to play Fallout for a while on the computer. Yeah, it's an old game from '97, but it's a cool game. Plus, I've got Fallout 2 and really want to play it, but not until I finish the first one. Anyway, I'm playing along, killing ghouls in the Necropolis, when Icebear Jr. comes wandering out. I tell him to go back to bed and he sleepily wheels around and heads back to his room. Then he comes out a few seconds later and says, "I wet bed." I went and looked and he had actually thrown up. It looked like Kool-Aid. So, I cleaned up his bed and put him back to sleep. Or so I thought.

About 30 minutes later, I hear him in the bathroom again, vomiting. I go into check and this time it still looks like Kool-Aid but it's all liquid. When he's done, I get him cleaned off and back in bed and then I head to bed myself, it's after 2 AM. I'm not in bed 5 minutes and I hear him in the bathroom again. This time, it's basically just heaves, but still. While I calm him down and clean him up, the wife gives him a little shot of pepto and we put him to bed, where he stays asleep the rest of the night. Yesterday, was a so-so day. He vomited just a little bit more in the morning, but seemed to get over it later in the day. He had a bit of a relapse last night after eating supper, but now seems to be back to normal.

Well, I have to fuckin' go in to TAG today and work since I was gone Monday. 10 to fuckin' 6. Not only am I bummed because I didn't get the job that could have helped us climb out of our financial black hole that we're in, but now I have to give up one of my goddamn days off to go in and work. Life is just really starting to suck.

Well, talk to you all later. Will write something soon...if I feel like it. Take care.

Da 'Bear

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