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sunday bloody sunday
Dec. 29th, 2005 04:42 amLife is unfair. Totally and completely. I called out sick Tuesday because when I woke up, I thought I'd swallowed a very angry cat and my head was pounding. The kind where if you close your eyes and wait for it, you can see your heartbeat pounding in your eyes. Uncool, I know. However an hour of SVU and a bowl of Kahlua spiked icecream later, I passed out for about 8 hours. Which was bad since I was all set on going to work last night. But Widget! So I played with Widge for a bit and drugged myself mercilessly. Dude, when the aspirin laughs at you, you start to wonder.
Soooooooo. Mom goes to the doctor to see why her eyes are all super puffy. They tell her, "y'know, it's probably an allergy. To what, I dunno. Your Christmas tree, maybe?" despite the fact that the allergy didn't kick in for a couple of days after the tree appeared, but allergies are weird. So not all that helpful. She brought me back some Fruits Basket [so I can read them all in one go] and some Taco Bell, which I ate happily. The Widget left me alone so I could finish watching Father of the Bride 2 which prompted the same reaction it always does. I wanna marry George Banks, dammit. :p The boy and Widge went to TRU to use the gift card Katherine [the boy's current sorta g/f] gifted widge with. I goofed around a bit on the computer, enjoying no headache and trying to convince myself that the nachos were not a bad idea afterall. Widget returned home with his stuff, he was told he had to go back to mommy, and ohmylord, the tears and the crying. I do wonder if he does the same thing when he's told he's coming over here? But the annoying part was when Mom pointed out that Widget wasn't supposed to leave for another couple of days. Asshole was making him go. o_O To top that off, when he left Widge, he said we'd be back for him this weekend.
...asshole. Unless you've got some super keen job that doesn't require you to leave the house [which would explain his daily schedule of sleeping until after noon, calling everyone he knows and talking to each and every one for at least an hour, bitching loudly about other people who sleep the day away, and then having his girlfriend or his parade of nameless friends over until 4am] the people paying the $20 to drive out there and back? Cannot. Afford. It. Get a job, you bum.
Annnnnnyway. When I wake up for dinner, I notice I still feel funny. -insert scream of horror, vague Carrie flashbacks, and a refusal to go further into TMI land than that- I then got to call myself out of work, feel horrible about it, and pass out once more.
In case you pondered, Raphia is still awesome.
Soooooooo. Mom goes to the doctor to see why her eyes are all super puffy. They tell her, "y'know, it's probably an allergy. To what, I dunno. Your Christmas tree, maybe?" despite the fact that the allergy didn't kick in for a couple of days after the tree appeared, but allergies are weird. So not all that helpful. She brought me back some Fruits Basket [so I can read them all in one go] and some Taco Bell, which I ate happily. The Widget left me alone so I could finish watching Father of the Bride 2 which prompted the same reaction it always does. I wanna marry George Banks, dammit. :p The boy and Widge went to TRU to use the gift card Katherine [the boy's current sorta g/f] gifted widge with. I goofed around a bit on the computer, enjoying no headache and trying to convince myself that the nachos were not a bad idea afterall. Widget returned home with his stuff, he was told he had to go back to mommy, and ohmylord, the tears and the crying. I do wonder if he does the same thing when he's told he's coming over here? But the annoying part was when Mom pointed out that Widget wasn't supposed to leave for another couple of days. Asshole was making him go. o_O To top that off, when he left Widge, he said we'd be back for him this weekend.
...asshole. Unless you've got some super keen job that doesn't require you to leave the house [which would explain his daily schedule of sleeping until after noon, calling everyone he knows and talking to each and every one for at least an hour, bitching loudly about other people who sleep the day away, and then having his girlfriend or his parade of nameless friends over until 4am] the people paying the $20 to drive out there and back? Cannot. Afford. It. Get a job, you bum.
Annnnnnyway. When I wake up for dinner, I notice I still feel funny. -insert scream of horror, vague Carrie flashbacks, and a refusal to go further into TMI land than that- I then got to call myself out of work, feel horrible about it, and pass out once more.
In case you pondered, Raphia is still awesome.
