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Nov. 9th, 2006 09:36 amI'm currently obnoxious. I have a cold and the left side of my face is all stuffed up and unhappy. Curse you, sinuses! Curse you! I thought it would go away or at least lessen while I was at work.
An hour and a half into my shift, I broke down and bought a box of tissues [with lotion] and a bag of cough drops. By the end of my shift, I'd consumed all but four of my cough drops. Maybe I should have bought the Sucrets. Three of those make you violently ill. Four probably kill a person.
Anyway, I tried to remember that I'm gonna see AFI [sing-song it for maximum annoyance] so I'd stop glaring at the general population.
However, it's a bit difficult when you're all stuffy and icky and ticked at the idiot, and you see someone all lovey dovey first crush-y over someone else. On the one hand, it's sweet. I'm happy for them. On the other, I'm horrifically jealous. I want the object of my stupid affections to show up at 3am and surprise me, dammit.
Wait, no. Actually, I don't. I'd kick him in the kneecaps first. Because I owe him a kick. Crippling someone says you love them, right?
G'ah. I'm gonna go set fire to my sinuses, pass out, and somewhere in there do the AFI=yay thing. Only then I'll stop it because jinxing it would make the baby me cry.
An hour and a half into my shift, I broke down and bought a box of tissues [with lotion] and a bag of cough drops. By the end of my shift, I'd consumed all but four of my cough drops. Maybe I should have bought the Sucrets. Three of those make you violently ill. Four probably kill a person.
Anyway, I tried to remember that I'm gonna see AFI [sing-song it for maximum annoyance] so I'd stop glaring at the general population.
However, it's a bit difficult when you're all stuffy and icky and ticked at the idiot, and you see someone all lovey dovey first crush-y over someone else. On the one hand, it's sweet. I'm happy for them. On the other, I'm horrifically jealous. I want the object of my stupid affections to show up at 3am and surprise me, dammit.
Wait, no. Actually, I don't. I'd kick him in the kneecaps first. Because I owe him a kick. Crippling someone says you love them, right?
G'ah. I'm gonna go set fire to my sinuses, pass out, and somewhere in there do the AFI=yay thing. Only then I'll stop it because jinxing it would make the baby me cry.
