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God Damned Virus
31 August 2005 18:29I'm sick with that virus that's masquerading itself as a cold. I ffel like I've been hit by the proverbial Mac truck. My sinus feel like balloons, my nose is running like a tap, I'm sweating profusely, I have no energy and little balance, and my throat feels like a porcupine crawled in there and died. ... Yeah, I'm real attractive right now.
So I stay home from work so that I can sleep and beat this thing. But there's no sleep for me. We had workmen come in to fix the shoddy job they did last week on the under-cabinet lighting, so my father decides to leave right before they show up. Then my brother gets home and I figure that I can finally sleep. But no. The phone starts ringing off the hook for my brother and he refuses to pick the god-damned thing up, even though he knows I am trying to sleep. The he leaves and my father comes home. This is when dad decides that he needs me to move furniture!
I am ready to scream. The next person to drag me out of bed DIES!!!!
So I stay home from work so that I can sleep and beat this thing. But there's no sleep for me. We had workmen come in to fix the shoddy job they did last week on the under-cabinet lighting, so my father decides to leave right before they show up. Then my brother gets home and I figure that I can finally sleep. But no. The phone starts ringing off the hook for my brother and he refuses to pick the god-damned thing up, even though he knows I am trying to sleep. The he leaves and my father comes home. This is when dad decides that he needs me to move furniture!
I am ready to scream. The next person to drag me out of bed DIES!!!!
