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ugh...I feel like a steaming pile of shit. I had to go home from work early yesterday cuz I was puking my guts out. Kath told me to go sit out back and put my head down and next thing I knew she was waking me up an hour later. I went to work today, though. It's not like there was really anyone to cover for me anyway, and I wasn't barfing, so what the hell? Of course Mclaine (the biggest delivery we get) just HAD to show up at 2 when they weren't supposed to be there till 7. bastards. Nothing else is new. The farting machine is still funny.