Mar 11, 2005 18:57
Crap. Major crappiness. The first beautiful (dare I say gorgeous) day at work, amongst a whole week of crap, and I get sick. Not just a cold, or a bit of a cough, I have a freakin fever of 101.8 degs. And all day, I couldn't eat or drink cuz my throat felt so bad, and I almost passed out at work cuz I didn't eat or drink all day and I was in the sun. Now I have to call out from work tomorrow, which makes me feel even worse cuz I wrote the schedule and therefore know how badly we're gonna need people tomorrow. This bites.
I just keep thinking... four more days... that'll be tuesday, and that means I'm jumpin out of a plane! My buddy Dave said that since we'll be jumping over the ocean (YES!), we should just cut loose over the beach and then everyone will see us and think that we are so cool and they will all come over and give us beer and say that, "You guys are soo cool!! Lets PARTAY (sic)!!!!!"
And then I found five dollars!
THE END
PS- the cat spent half of last night sleeping on my chest and I didn't have the heart to kick him out. I need to teach him the way of things, like the other cat understands: The cat sleeps at the end of the bed. The other part is for people. What was that little guy thinking??