GAUGH!
10:30 pm: Andrew wants a hamburger.
10:53 pm: Andrew has retrieved: QFC Sushi. Close, but not quite.
"I'm not going to read your journal anymore because it pisses me off."
1st Reaction: Well, well, well. Fuck off, then.
2nd Reaction: It IS unfair, since you don't have a similiar outlet. Sorry.
3rd Reaction: This is my censorless forum. Not everyone will be compatible with that.
Verbal Reaction: "Okay."
Soooo...what do we have to say for ourselves? Wayle, my day to day functionality is being impaired by something. It is probably an illness, perhaps a flu, or a sinus passage infection. The only consistent symptom is: my head feels really light, I can't focus on anything (mentally), and I bleed a little quicker than usual. I'm baffled. The conventional wisdom tells me I should go see a doctor. "Ha!" my ego says to the conventional wisdom, "I can fight off this puny, um, thing without any help from those overpaid quacks!" Not to mention that it would be a big pain in the ass to go find a doctor. It's much easier to just eat lots of soup and drink orange juice. I'm just hoping tomorrow morning won't find me a lifeless husk with blood like tap water. (Blech, tap water.)
Lay some hubris on me, baby!
Besides being sick, I've been working for a living. Living, and a-workin. I already got a raise. I'm now one of those overpaid computer people who lives in Seattle. This beats being a similiar person working in the Silicon Valley. Why? Because, uh, only half the people here are from California. And they drive badly. Worse than Hawaii drivers. I'll be riding the bus everywhere for a while. I don't have the support or license to buy a big smelly waste-mobile. Soon, though, soon.
Be bigger than God! -- Open Up, Leftfield
Possibly as a side effect of this delirous, bleeding illness, I kept seeing the words "video sales pasta" out of the corner of my eye all day.
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