And you know what stings? I can't go to the movies. Because I'm coughing, and I'm self-conscious enough not to inflict that kind of annoyance on other people.
Damn. I hate that I'm sick, but most of all, I hate that the sickness is putting a damper on my birthday. Stupid stupid STUPID weather.
Usually I'm the most obnoxious OMG HYPER person the week before my birthday. But I'm feeling so crappy and icky I can't even enjoy the fact that I have the next 4 days off. You see, my birthday happens to be a national holiday, which amuses me ever so... when I'm not sick and nauseous and achy and GAH.
Yeah. Pity party, table for one.
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In other news,
FOX is on crack once again. Fuckers.