!*(@#&$)#$ >X
So I caught the Horrific Sore Throat Plague again.
I should've suspected it last night - I was feeling chilly in my very warm room and I was, well, getting a sore throat. Mucus is attacking my sinuses and I woke up with excessive saliva in my mouth, slight nausea from consuming too many cough drops and the sore throat from hell. I stumbled downstairs to raid our medicine stash because if you ever get sick in this house, no matter what your symptoms, my dad will go out and buy you 3 bottles of mentholated throat spray and 10 boxes of Kleenex. You could break your leg and my dad would still think your utmost need was Chloraseptic.
And today is my day off, too. I called my boss at Mom's advice (I was planning on calling anyway) and he was all O DO U WORK TODAY and I said no, tomorrow, and he said for me to call back then with how I'm feeling. Basically, the b0rg doesn't care about my problems. As much as I hate work and as much as it stresses me out and wears me down, I wouldn't miss it if I didn't absolutely have to and I absolutely have to. I keep getting the shivers and I'm so fucking weak from working yesterday while I was coming down with the plague.
Work is still a busy hellhole full of screaming (and I mean SCREAMING - I winced as I was getting change for some woman and her cuddly tornado siren and her parents made a half-hearted attempt to call off the fire drill) kids and bitchy old people and embittered greedy fucks and etc., etc. I loathe big-business retail. At least it isn't food service. This is what I keep telling myself when I've spent 5 hours trying to check out 3489 people and calling for backup every time I turn around and never receiving it until my boss comes up to help because there are 3488 people behind the person I'm checking out who are sighing heavily and getting angry because I can't be in five places at once.
To customers: fuck you all. I don't care about your whiny selfish problems. I really don't. They don't pay me nearly enough to deal with your self-absorbed, cell-phoned, picky-bitch, greedy-ass crap so please take it elsewhere or shove it up your sorry ass.
Last night, around ... I don't even remember what time, before midnight? I fell asleep. I couldn't even keep standing because I was so sore. And this entry is emo, but I feel like SHIT. I woke up at 3:30 AM to find Chesh had mysteriously gone to bed before midnight and talked to Choco and Joiless for a while before retiring myself. I laid in bed trying to stay warm and listened to Suede's Singles until I fell asleep again.
I had this dream I was writing this amazing half-autobiographical novel and it was really interesting and beautiful and it wasn't really even my life. For one, my dad's mother was alive still and OKC was absolutely gorgeous and I just led a far more interesting existence in it. It was disappointing to wake up from that.
I haven't written much and it drives me mad, but I haven't had any energy or inspiration. I haven't knitted or crocheted, either, or played piano, though I want to. I did go swimming for the first time this year last night and it was nice, and I ate a strawberry from Smeg's bush and it was delicious. We've never gotten full-sized berries from it before.
So yeah, I'm going to dig through quarters to find the state ones Choco doesn't have and I guess just hang out. Mom wanted to go to the knitting shop but that's out, obviously, so maybe next week. Going garage-sale hopping is also out, though I saw an oak dresser 2 streets down on the way to work that I was interested in. Also out is getting my paycheck and putting it and last week's check in my account, which I really need to do soon. I've been bidding on stuff on eBay - inexpensive, mostly, although I found some adorable red high heels I love and bid on those, and I'm hoping to win them. eBay is a good time.
This Bernard Butler icon (a screencap from a split-second of "The Drowners" video, if anyone was wondering) fits so many moods - it's awesome. I'm totally addicted to his music lately. Not that that's a surprise. Recommended downloads: "Hotel Splendide," "Stay," "You Just Know," "Not Alone," "Friends & Lovers."
J.
P.S. - In further news of this day sucking, I also slipped and fell down the stairs and probably bruised my ass and my arm. X(
I should've suspected it last night - I was feeling chilly in my very warm room and I was, well, getting a sore throat. Mucus is attacking my sinuses and I woke up with excessive saliva in my mouth, slight nausea from consuming too many cough drops and the sore throat from hell. I stumbled downstairs to raid our medicine stash because if you ever get sick in this house, no matter what your symptoms, my dad will go out and buy you 3 bottles of mentholated throat spray and 10 boxes of Kleenex. You could break your leg and my dad would still think your utmost need was Chloraseptic.
And today is my day off, too. I called my boss at Mom's advice (I was planning on calling anyway) and he was all O DO U WORK TODAY and I said no, tomorrow, and he said for me to call back then with how I'm feeling. Basically, the b0rg doesn't care about my problems. As much as I hate work and as much as it stresses me out and wears me down, I wouldn't miss it if I didn't absolutely have to and I absolutely have to. I keep getting the shivers and I'm so fucking weak from working yesterday while I was coming down with the plague.
Work is still a busy hellhole full of screaming (and I mean SCREAMING - I winced as I was getting change for some woman and her cuddly tornado siren and her parents made a half-hearted attempt to call off the fire drill) kids and bitchy old people and embittered greedy fucks and etc., etc. I loathe big-business retail. At least it isn't food service. This is what I keep telling myself when I've spent 5 hours trying to check out 3489 people and calling for backup every time I turn around and never receiving it until my boss comes up to help because there are 3488 people behind the person I'm checking out who are sighing heavily and getting angry because I can't be in five places at once.
To customers: fuck you all. I don't care about your whiny selfish problems. I really don't. They don't pay me nearly enough to deal with your self-absorbed, cell-phoned, picky-bitch, greedy-ass crap so please take it elsewhere or shove it up your sorry ass.
Last night, around ... I don't even remember what time, before midnight? I fell asleep. I couldn't even keep standing because I was so sore. And this entry is emo, but I feel like SHIT. I woke up at 3:30 AM to find Chesh had mysteriously gone to bed before midnight and talked to Choco and Joiless for a while before retiring myself. I laid in bed trying to stay warm and listened to Suede's Singles until I fell asleep again.
I had this dream I was writing this amazing half-autobiographical novel and it was really interesting and beautiful and it wasn't really even my life. For one, my dad's mother was alive still and OKC was absolutely gorgeous and I just led a far more interesting existence in it. It was disappointing to wake up from that.
I haven't written much and it drives me mad, but I haven't had any energy or inspiration. I haven't knitted or crocheted, either, or played piano, though I want to. I did go swimming for the first time this year last night and it was nice, and I ate a strawberry from Smeg's bush and it was delicious. We've never gotten full-sized berries from it before.
So yeah, I'm going to dig through quarters to find the state ones Choco doesn't have and I guess just hang out. Mom wanted to go to the knitting shop but that's out, obviously, so maybe next week. Going garage-sale hopping is also out, though I saw an oak dresser 2 streets down on the way to work that I was interested in. Also out is getting my paycheck and putting it and last week's check in my account, which I really need to do soon. I've been bidding on stuff on eBay - inexpensive, mostly, although I found some adorable red high heels I love and bid on those, and I'm hoping to win them. eBay is a good time.
This Bernard Butler icon (a screencap from a split-second of "The Drowners" video, if anyone was wondering) fits so many moods - it's awesome. I'm totally addicted to his music lately. Not that that's a surprise. Recommended downloads: "Hotel Splendide," "Stay," "You Just Know," "Not Alone," "Friends & Lovers."
J.
P.S. - In further news of this day sucking, I also slipped and fell down the stairs and probably bruised my ass and my arm. X(