Just waiting on a cab, thought I'd type something.

I was forced to leave work early due to severe pains in my lower abdomen. They began about 30 minutes into my shift, and I was in denial for about 2 hours, but then, I found myself doubled over at my desk and knew it was time to give up the ghost and go home. So, I'm off to the health centre to see what's up. Suspect my infection is back, due to the location of the pain. So, I've got to make up the lost time or miss even more pay. As always, life sucks and then you die.

The new couple that moved into the building-the one with the young psuedo-gangsta' type dad, keep leaving their new poodle tied out unattended--I thought it belonged to a visitor, but apparently it's theirs. So now I've got a yapping, howling dog literally underneath my bedroom windows at all hours. Last night the barking went on for 6 hours straight.

Kinda' sad when a grown man can't even properly take care of a dog, isn't it? Why doesn't he get himself gelded and start wearing a dress, for pity's sake? If this phony-tough gangsta' dad can't take care of a poodle, I don't know what his wee child's home life must be like, poor thing. God help the boy if he ever had to do anything TRULY scary or difficult. He'd probably soil his trousers.

Big fight going on on the other side of my wall--throwing things, but the sound of it. I've got my own little version of EastEnders here, without a tele, ha-ha.

I got a comment last night, on my play post. Apparently some Trekkie dude thinks my play "suxs." And Dr Who, as well, apparently. I'm surprised that he didn't also throw in a "and yer mum has a mustache and wears army boots," as well.

Everyone's a critic.

Yeah, I KNOW the play "sux," So what? It's never going to get a public reading, and certainly never will be seen in performance, so...who cares? Insult me all you like, it doesn't matter one whit. I just write these things to pass the time, 'cos I suck like a Hoover at crosswords and Suduko. It's not like I'm taking the play seriously! I suppose if I was writing in earnest, I'd be upset or hurt by being told it sucks, but...obviously the rough draft of any play won't be at its best, and the rough draft of a play written merely to alieviate boredom, is certainly not going to be well-crafted, is it?

Though, to be truthful, I was hoping to get some constructive criticism...but other than Lydia pointing out some minor consistancy errors in the first posting of the play, nothing's come of it.

In fact, hardly anyone ever gives me constructive criticism--my creative work (fan-fiction, poetry and plays) is just that BAD. It was the same with my acting...no one ever said a word--all the other students would get good or bad imput, but with me: silence. Silence is hard, 'cos trust me, you imagine a lot worse things when no one says ANYTHING, than if they put you down or find fault with your work.

So, in that light, I'm actually glad that the Trekkie guy gave me a bad review, 'cos silence sux.

Cab's here, gotta' split, see'ya later.