In the newest plot twist in what is increasingly becoming a soap opera too riske for even Passions, ie, my life (24/7 on the Joshview! Network. We even show the stuff you couldn't see in the Truman Show!), Jackie has convinced herself that she has tuberculosis.

Why, do you ask? Because, allegedly, there is a guy at Borders (where she is employed) who carries it. And she's decided that now she's caught this disease, and will refuse treatment and instead live the rest of her rapidly ending life wearing all black, lying in bed all day, and writing bad poetry. I promised to set up a fund in her name after she dies.

However, I do not believe that my roommate, however defective she may be, has tuberculosis. Because she exibits none of the symptoms. She's being melodramatic. And she takes offense when I tell her that.

She better not have it. Because I think my family (brother, sister, and I) are at some uber high risk for contracting it. I seem to remember the need to get tested for it every six months for two years or so when I was a child. I cannot remember why, for the life of me.

I plan on calling my mother tomorrow and getting the scoop. Because it's rather odd. And also I have to find out what time Sydney's coming over on friday.

Ah well. I have work tomorrow. And I need to start looking for a new job. Because, as Jackie so obviously noted, I apparently no longer have a job, since I only work three days a week, when I'm lucky. Heh, I was wondering how long it'd go before she realized that I've been spending more and more time at home, as opposed to slaving my ass off to horrible customers. It was almost three weeks.

Anyway, lovedolls, I depart now. G'night.

Entry last modified: April 16, 2006 at 6:34 pm.

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