nonchanlent/ambivalent/penis/ooo... painful
Okay... it's official.
I am some kind of sickly.
My nose was stuffed all night, I'm achy, my legs feel like jelly, and after a good solid 8 or so hours of sleep I feel exhausted.
ooo... this is fun.
ya I get to go to work in five minutes *dies*
*wants to barf* seriously. I wish I'd just throw up or something so that my mom wouldn't let me go to work (which is what she would do) *sigh*
This sucks.
In other news:
Last night at work I was going through the Boston Herald (they mentioned The Grinch, whose story I love), and I turn to that page and guess who is staring out at me.
Stefan Karl.
Of all the chances that it was that day that it was talking about him being the Grinch, it was the day I was looking at the newspapers/cutting off the headers. I took one, and am very happy with it.
note: you win love and devotion if knowing what the subject title of this entry is from... or actually, who said it.
I am some kind of sickly.
My nose was stuffed all night, I'm achy, my legs feel like jelly, and after a good solid 8 or so hours of sleep I feel exhausted.
ooo... this is fun.
ya I get to go to work in five minutes *dies*
*wants to barf* seriously. I wish I'd just throw up or something so that my mom wouldn't let me go to work (which is what she would do) *sigh*
This sucks.
In other news:
Last night at work I was going through the Boston Herald (they mentioned The Grinch, whose story I love), and I turn to that page and guess who is staring out at me.
Stefan Karl.
Of all the chances that it was that day that it was talking about him being the Grinch, it was the day I was looking at the newspapers/cutting off the headers. I took one, and am very happy with it.
note: you win love and devotion if knowing what the subject title of this entry is from... or actually, who said it.