Bleah
Okay - you know that little guy that waits till you fall asleep drunk and takes a shit in your mouth? Well, I think last night he poured concrete in my sinuses.
I'm going to try to write this before all my Nyquil kicks in - outrunning the cold medicine is always fun (almost as much fun as dispatching on cold medicine - "...so John, you mean to tell me that you found your stolen car but someone took it again, they were smoking rock cocaine in it, but before you had the chance to follow someone else offered you a thousand dollars to kill someone, and then an unrelated person threatened your wife? You're kind of having a bad night, hunh?").
So last night I went to work sick (my co-workers covered for me admirably), and then I took a two hour nap before heading to campus to administer a makeup exam. Then, about a 1/2 mile before my exit my tire blew out...I didn't so much make the exam. You see, it's not my first blowout in the last few months (the tires are old and rotten) and I hadn't gotten around to replacing the spare. So I stayed up longer than I wanted to, rescheduled the exam as a take-home, and eventually got home after being gouged for 2 new tires.
This is on top of the time I ran out of gas on the way back from campus, or the other time I forgot to fill up after prepaying. Something about me and the trip to Brighton.
Oh...there it is...head goes wobbly...vision blurs...must watch Buffy now...sleep...sleep...
I'm going to try to write this before all my Nyquil kicks in - outrunning the cold medicine is always fun (almost as much fun as dispatching on cold medicine - "...so John, you mean to tell me that you found your stolen car but someone took it again, they were smoking rock cocaine in it, but before you had the chance to follow someone else offered you a thousand dollars to kill someone, and then an unrelated person threatened your wife? You're kind of having a bad night, hunh?").
So last night I went to work sick (my co-workers covered for me admirably), and then I took a two hour nap before heading to campus to administer a makeup exam. Then, about a 1/2 mile before my exit my tire blew out...I didn't so much make the exam. You see, it's not my first blowout in the last few months (the tires are old and rotten) and I hadn't gotten around to replacing the spare. So I stayed up longer than I wanted to, rescheduled the exam as a take-home, and eventually got home after being gouged for 2 new tires.
This is on top of the time I ran out of gas on the way back from campus, or the other time I forgot to fill up after prepaying. Something about me and the trip to Brighton.
Oh...there it is...head goes wobbly...vision blurs...must watch Buffy now...sleep...sleep...