North of 49

Tonight is cadets, adn it is our bus driver's last night. He's been with us for a long time, and I really wanted to go, but I was visited late this afternoon by a rather bad bout of diarrhea. I took pills that should help, but so far, I've still been running to the toilet ever 5-10 minutes. I would not be able to do this at Cadets. And I really wanted to go.


My Mom, didn't see things from my perspective, and she just stormed off to cadets, leaving me here to help preserve my dignity, because there is no way I'm crapping my pants on parade.


So here I am, feeling guilty about a perfectly goddamn natural bodily function.



This is the power of Cadets and my Mom. Making me feel guilty about something that I cannot control, and so far, after 5 and a half hours since this began, the drugs are still not working.


Tonight sucks...


But on the bright side, I still have my dignity, which I may have lost tonight because of my mother and because of Cadets...