My apologies.
I was going to sit here and write about my last date, but it looks like you have to go to Intelligent Humor for that.

Ive gotten a lot of great emails and IMs of people concerned about my health. Thanks so much guys. A special shout out to the devout Christians who want to lay hands and let Jesus heal me. That's definitely an offer one doesn't get every day, considering I live in an apartment building that's predominantly Hispanic, if anyone named Jesus lays a hand anywhere on me, they're getting maced.

I've gotten a few unofficial diagnoses. The good news: It's absolutely for sure not cancer. Woot. The bad news? They really don't 100% know what it is. And to be honest, I am tired. I'm really tired of feeling like shit, I'm tired of being tired. I'm tired of spending the better part of my life in doctors offices so they can tell me they just don't know.

What I do know is that by following the advice of one doctor, I bled all over my mother's bathroom. The advice of another broke me out in hives. The advice of another damn near killed me. Another put me on four times the dose of steroids I'm normally on.

I've been sliced and diced and poked and prodded and I just can't do it anymore.

Furthermore, I don't have health insurance. I can't afford to keep going to the doctor. Its been dipping into the rent money, which is hard enough to come by, and to be honest, I can't afford to pay for specialists and all that shit if they can't give me an answer.
This entire endeavor has cost me well into the thousands, and I'm not at a point in life where an expenditure like that is acceptable without some sort of result, and there's not exactly a line of wealthy old men waiting to pay my medical bills.

I know that medical science isn't perfect. However, it's not cheap either. So, I'm not dying. That's all I really know.

Thanks for all the love and concern guys.
Here's hoping that Zombie Hips are in this summer, cause it looks like its here to stay.