You know for a long time I've really tried to shake my Catholic upbringing. I fight tooth and nail against the Pope's trickle-down brain-washing every day. I tell everyone I'm a Deist.
For of those of you who do not know, a deist is a person who believes in a higher power, or God, but specifically believes this force made the universe and sat back to watch.
Meaning he's not answering any prayers, and he certainly doesn't test the good and punish the wicked.
Days like today make it hard.
It seems that once things start to go well that something must also invariably go wrong. It always seems to work out that way. For me anyway.
It's like frickin' clockwork, and most times it's just too damn perfect to be a coincidence in my opinion.
It's like somebody up there likes to keep a balance.
Please, allow me to bring this little tirade to a point.
Lately things have been looking up for me. I've been acting in my first paying theatre show, and I just landed my first paying role in a film too. Woo-hoo!
Yesterday I had what looked like a strange heat rash or something on my hands. I had just been at the mall and I figured it was just some kind of bizarre allergic reaction to some of those freaky fabric treatment chemicals they put all over manufactured clothing.
By the end of the night the bumps had raised and were painful. This morning I woke up with a painful sore throat and a fever. And here's a brief biology lesson for you: among other places, the human body has one lymph node in each armpit. Mine are sore as hell.
My Mom says she thinks its measles, but that doesn't make sense to me.
A) I was immunized in college.
B) The bumps are localized entirely on the palms of my hands.
Whatever the case, my little bro is graduating from college tomorrow and I might have to sit out. I also have a show that evening that I WILL NOT SIT OUT!
Considering how I feel after this show when I'm healthy, I have a feeling that by this time tomorrow night I will not be a pretty sight.
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