Today brings paranoia. I don't know if it was all that poking and prodding, or all that standing around sweating while my dad worked on my truck, or if it is just the natural progression of things, but yesterday's boil has turned into today's amazing disgusting what-the-hell-is-going-on thing. It is beginning to drain, but not before it got me about half way to Johnny Dangerously levels (if you've seen the movie you will know what I mean, if not, imagine a man standing holding a basketball next to his penis, except it's not a basketball). I'm now taking huge horse pills of anti-biotics, and I hope they preserve my maleness. Don't expect me to be available by the usual channels tomorrow, as sitting upright in a chair can only be accomplished by placing my tailbone (can you spell coccyx better than I can?) on the very edge of the seat, and that is pretty uncomfortable after a few minutes. I hope to return to the land of the living soon.