Doomtown

Okay, I'm being melodramatic. A week ago, a rash broke out between my right index and middle fingers. After days of self medicating myself with over the counter ointments, the rash got worse and spread. I was forced to seek medical attention when the itching got so bad my fingers swelled up like jumbo sausages and leaked some kind of weird fluid. The receptionist took one look and asked if I had a chemical burn, it was that gross. One hundred and twenty dollars later the doctor tells me I have a severe form of eczema. I really miss health insurance. Ironically, this happened the same week I started back on full time. Ironic because it wouldn't surprise me if the casino is where I picked up the blasted eczema in the first place. An important tip when playing at the tables: Wear disposable gloves. Seriously. You're playing around with chips that other people have been touching and you just don't want to know where these people have been putting their sticky fingers. I onc...

Took my final exam today and boy is my cerebral cortex tired! The final was comprehensive and I really hate having to remember things I could barely learn the first time around, but we were told what was going to be on it-questions from previous tests. I made the mistake of assuming she was going to give the old tests back when she had posted the questions online over the weekend. Shows how well I pay attention. I spent the past couple days cramming. I think I'll pass the class. Probably. Maybe. Knock on wood. Next Monday I start back on full time. I couldn't be more thrilled if I came down with some weird flesh eating disease. Every day in every way I hate the casino more and more but I need the money. I'm struggling to pay bills. Just try finding a gas station attendant that will accept your immortal soul as payment for a full tank of gas! They won't even take sexual favors anymore. Well, not for gas. You can still get a pack of Twinkies and a diet coke for a quickie ...