Box O' Turds
09.25.06 (8:37 pm) [edit]That's what I've felt like all day.
I woke up at 3AM (which means I've not got more than 3 hours sleep each of the past four nights, a couple of them less than that) with toxic waste coming out of both ends. I somehow made it to work and got in 6 hours before the boss (who was very cool to me today, and had me working mostly alone with no time constraints) more or less demanded I leave before she had to drag my ass out. I had a fever (went away a few hours ago and now I'm sweating like fuck) I've been coughing like a 90-year old chain smoker, and my ass hurts. EVERYTHING hurts, in fact.
I'm supposed to be in Louisville right now enjoying a Keneally show. Instead I'm drinking water and eating bread, hoping my stomach doesn't explode, using some kind of generic ass-salve becasue I feel like ICBMs have been shooting out the hole all day.
Fucking Christ on a crutch.
On the other hand, I just got my first phone call responding to my ads for students. She's 47 and has a digital piano and hasn't played in 20 years. Only wants to do every other week, which is somewhat annoying, but it's $40 a month. I ain't bitching. It's a bit of a haul down there, but that's why I charge $20 now.
Shit, I can't even drink tonight. I don't even WANT to. How bad is that?
I've gotta get better so I can see Mikey tomorrow, dammit.
Love,
Dougie
posted by: Cutter (reply)
post date: 09.25.06 (5:56 pm)
Not wanting to drink IS the definition of truly sick.
Hope whatever it is passes.
posted by: eraserhead667 (reply)
post date: 09.25.06 (6:33 pm)
Maybe if I drink it will go away.
Or I'll die. I'm thinking the latter.
Fuckin' hell.
posted by: Stone (reply)
post date: 09.26.06 (10:10 am)
I prefer to smoke grass when I've got the flu. It makes it all bearable.