attack of the killer wart

side note: do you ever find yourself in what you think is an empty bathroom, quietly doing your business, thinking your thoughts, only to realize, in fact, that you haven't been alone, and then you question whether or not those thoughts you were having really were quietly inside your brain or if you spoke them outloud? (for an english teacher, that is an especially horribly composed sentence. screw it, it's the end of the year and i'm about ready to shut my teaching brain off!!) yeah, that happened to me just now. it was weird. and one of my students was in the bathroom. man, she's quiet!

i just got back from the doctor's. even though i grew up with one for a father, i still try to avoid as much as possible going to see one. i'm skeptical of western medicine. that useless information aside, i am still trying to get rid of this damn wart. having frozen and burned it off more times than i can remember, we decided to try something different. he cut the top of it off and applied some sort of juice abstracted from some sort of beetle. no joke. beetlejuice. so we'll see if this works. i'll report back in about a month. hopefully this fucker will DIE!!!!