It is 4.23.08 and it’s raining. I put my sweaty blanket out to dry in the sun earlier today, and now it’s wet with rain. Awesome.
My swelling isn’t going away fast enough. I’m feeling a bit better, but tomorrow I’m going to the hospital to see if my jaw is infected. I called in sick for tomorrow again too, I don’t feel like I could be very responsible of 12 6-year olds if I needed to be. I think my headaches are just from a lack of nutrition, and my exhaustion is just from the straight 30 hours of fever, but I’m mostly coming out of it now. We’ll see how I feel tomorrow.
Today I got a direct message on Twitter from one of my followers about how I swear too much and that she’s decided not to follow me anymore. It was actually really polite, but it really struck a chord. I know I swear an awful lot, but I really don’t mean to be vulgar, it’s just how I talk. I don’t know who it really hurts.
I’ve been swearing since I was a kid, when needed of course, or to emphasize certain things, or just to be funny. I guess it is true that some people are offended by it, and perhaps I should ween myself off of cursing? But why? What are the ethics of cursing? Also, I’ve noticed everyone else I hang out with swears a lot more now. Rhonda curses like a sailor. She wasn’t always like that… Perhaps it’s the difference of who it effects and why that I should cut back on it.
Brian called me a few times today, and after I awoke around 3 in the afternoon, I called him back and we sorted out a few aspects of our Kyushu trip. I’m really excited. We’re only missing a place to stay in Kumamoto on the 30th tonight, and hopefully I can get that sorted this week.
At least I’m feeling almost normal after I take some advil, but I need to be popping two every 4 hours. I can tell I’m getting better, it’s just really slow. When I get back to Canada, I’m getting these wisdom teeth out. Fuck.
Sweet Mary Mother of Fuck I hope you feel better soon….
I swear a lot when I speak, never when I write. The thing about speech is you can direct it to people you know and who you know will not be offended by it. Writing is much more powerful and can be seen by a wider audience. Personally until I know how a person will take it, I leave my ’sailor’s language’ out of the equation…
Sucks that you are still sick. I hope the doctor’s visit sorts you out. Remember, it’s not a real visit to a Japanese doctor until you get the needle!
Annie
The swearing, Paul.
There, I said it.
PAUL
The profanity bothers you?
ANNIE
It has no nobility.
PAUL
Well, these are slum kids, I was a
slum kid, everybody talks like that.
ANNIE
They do not. What do you think I say
when I go to the feed store in town?
“Now, Wally, give me a bag of that
effing pigfeed and ten pounds of
that bitchly cow-corn”–
ANNIE
–and in the bank do I tell Mrs.
Bollinger, “Here’s one big bastard
of a check, give me some of your
Christing money.”
ANNIE
There! Look there! See what you made me do!
ANNIE
Oh, Paul, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
Sometimes I get so worked up. Can
you ever forgive me?
ANNIE
I love you, Paul.
Your mind. Your creativity–that’s
all I meant.
And scene! LOL