lake of blood

Alrighty. In a move that may have proved loyalty to Satan and not getting his butt fired, I think Mr. Y just sentenced me to an additional day of being sick. blergh. Quick review: Tuesday I spent much of the night throwing up. Wednesday I spent much of the day hissing at any light and feeling like my damn head was about to explode. At work. Where the lights are cranked up so bright people with migraines don't make it through the door without their heads exploding. [too. much. light.] But he was all, "Dr's excuse or see you at 10." Since I'm not going to A) trust my doc to diagnose anything [moron doesn't begin to cover it] and B) spend $200 to go to the emergency room, I went. And felt like death and probably gave 100 people, fellow employees included, whatever illness I had, assuming it wasn't a giant allergy to pizzaslut.

And now my chest hurts. *whines*

Moving along. It's really windy. I don't want a tornado for Christmas, Santa. Please try again.

( skip if you're squeamish or don't want TMI. Really. I ain't kidding. )

Hopefully the second will make up for the first. *coughs*

Okay. I need to die or something. Or perhaps use the next half an hour to bring my grand total up to... *gasp* four!

Yah. Tomorrow's Christmas Eve. How much does this blow my mind?

How much does BMM make me think of Amberliscious-y boardness?

Yeah. About that much.