Sometimes, being home all by myself isn’t so bad. Sometimes, I can’t stand it. I can’t really explain what the difference is, but there are times that I just can’t stand the quiet. And sometimes, I wish these dudes would just shut up. I think it has a lot to do with who’s around. I don’t mind Cliffy. Soula is all right. But the other one, he kind of bugs.
Work sucks
Kyler and Simon need to get on a bus together and head for the Ozarks.
Current mood: 
bitchy
I have a new nickname
They’re calling me “Plague-y” at work.
Isn’t that charming?
I usually love being right
I’m not quite so satisfied with being right this time, though. I do have bronchitis.
Crap.
At least I got the codeine syrup.
Current mood: sick
I hate this F’ing S’
So, I finally bite the bullet, and call the doctor to get an appointment. I’m pretty sure I have bronchitis at this point. I am quite visibly and audibly very sick. They have an appointment at 4:15, which I take right away. So, then I go to tell my boss that I’m going to leave at 3:30. Mind you, I worked nine and a quarter hours yesterday, and over forty hours last week. He asks me to request the time off through the tracking system, so they can doc my pay for two hours. So I say that I’d like to do some work from home this evening to make up for the fact that I’m leaving a little early, and he says that he doesn’t think that I have enough work to do to be able to work for two hours from home. Right. If I don’t have enough work, then why am I working over forty hours every week?
Current mood: annoyed
Argh
Bloody Kyler!
Current mood: aggravated
As if the cough wasn’t bad enough
It feels like there’s a hair in the back of my mouth. I can’t win. This week sucks so far, and it’s only Monday. Come on Thursday. Come on Pay Day!
Current mood: uncomfortable
I miss breathing
And sleeping. Sleeping would be nice. Actually, anything rather than hacking up a lung would be just fine by me. I have bronchitis or something. Every time I try to take a deep breath, I feel something fluid-like gurgling in my chest. That’s not good, is it? All I know is, I better be well by the Madness show, or I’m going to be so sad. I’m already pretty sad. I’m at work. I truly am one of the laziest people on the planet. I loved being un-employed. That’s the worst part of this, that I have lost the ability to lay about the house, as every time I try to lay down, I start coughing. I was up past two in the morning, coughing and coughing and coughing. I’m sure my roommates and neighbours love me. I should go to the doctor. I don’t want to go, though, because they’re never really helpful, are they? It’s always drink more fluids, get plenty of rest, yakity smakity. Shoot me.
Current mood: sick
Playlist: Mafioso Ska
By Los Hooligans
Release date: 15 May, 1991
drinking
I’m drinking wine. my roommate gave me. i am suposed to be working tomorrow. i will be there. don’t know how much of the working will be done. love you.
Current mood: drunk
More stupidity
From the guy who brought you “petty cash isn’t for little expenses”:
Apparently this: >5%
reads as “less than five percent”
And he’s an accountant. I thought they were supposed to be good at math? I mean, I can almost forgive his poor grammar and sub-par vocabulary, but come on! That is truly ludicrous.
Peggy Lu Who's Just Sayin' 