Just got back from the doc's. His name's Beugelink and he's a pretty cool guy. Sorry to say he didn't have much good to say this morning. He's extended my drug regime but reckons there's a 50/50 chance that I may need an operation. He also ordered up a blood test for me to rule out diabetes - I'm such a coward though that I ran away before they could stick me - damn I hate needles. Dumb I know but at the moment I'd like to concentrate all my powers of anxiety on the thoughts of going under the blade. This is turning into 'Whining Miserable Bastard Blog' huh? Oh well, on to more cheery subjects. Beugelink also extended my sick note so my bookselling career is now officially over. That leaves me with mixed feelings. I was kind of looking forward to leaving properly and having the 'last day surprise drinks etc' that every other fucker who left has had but mostly I wanted to spend a few more days with my friends and say farewell properly - now its all been reduced to me popping in there some time next week and its just not the same. I miss the job already. No firm plans for a new one yet - I'm still hopeful that something will turn up in the next couple of weeks but I haven't been well enough to think about it too hard. Well enough to go to rock concerts I hear you cry - I know - dumb move - Jess is adamant we won't be going to see 'Alkaline Trio' on thursday - she thinks I'm worse cos of the 'Tomahawk' gig. I'm hoping to persuade her otherwise - I could do with a nice dose of yank punk at the moment. Now I've gotta ring Duncan to pass all this onto him - we are supposed to be going to see that eskimo flick this evening but I'm not sure a three hour movie is something I should risk. He's already got the tickets though which is a frustrating. I'm home alone all day so doubtless I'll find some time to put a few more posts up later. I'll try not to complain as much... Mike is blogging to: Frank Zappa - Uncle Meat