and it's you and me...
Jul. 16th, 2005 07:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyShort, sweet, and to the point.
I feel like several different types of crap. There's the so dizzy the room spun this way and that and back again before starting all over as I got out of bed for dinner way. There's the lurking headache that's right there that I wouldn't have been able to pinpoint if not for the tiny little cough that nearly fucking killed me.
Guess who's working alone this fine weekend? Yeah. You know, I should get a raise. A this-place-gets-robbed-so-much-gas-station-employees-pity-us, you won't find anyone else, trust me, you've been looking for more than a year to replace the LAST person, annnnnnd I get screwed over way too often in the working alone department raise. Seriously, boss types.
Ah well. I'd rather not do battle over that anytime soon. Christ, my head hurts. I'm also hoping the pharmacy is open this fine evening so I don't have to deal with any of the, "it'll be open when?" idiots I got to deal with this morning. I just wanted to smack people.
Swiped from miss Heidi:
Off to down meds and pass the fuck out again.
Oh. The first person to spoil me for HP6 will be fined. I mean that. If my mother can avoid it, so can you. Thus far you're all doing fabulously. Keep it up. And now, my only run in with it: 7pm, I wander down and ask if Mom's book appeared. She looks sad and says no. I ask if anyone got the mail, thinking you couldn't keep me away from the mailbox if my present was on it's way... and no. No they hadn't. So I skipped out and there it was. Wheeee! Thrills? No. But the book couldn't be that big if our very broken mailbox could withstand the weight of the world.
I feel like several different types of crap. There's the so dizzy the room spun this way and that and back again before starting all over as I got out of bed for dinner way. There's the lurking headache that's right there that I wouldn't have been able to pinpoint if not for the tiny little cough that nearly fucking killed me.
Guess who's working alone this fine weekend? Yeah. You know, I should get a raise. A this-place-gets-robbed-so-much-gas-station-employees-pity-us, you won't find anyone else, trust me, you've been looking for more than a year to replace the LAST person, annnnnnd I get screwed over way too often in the working alone department raise. Seriously, boss types.
Ah well. I'd rather not do battle over that anytime soon. Christ, my head hurts. I'm also hoping the pharmacy is open this fine evening so I don't have to deal with any of the, "it'll be open when?" idiots I got to deal with this morning. I just wanted to smack people.
Swiped from miss Heidi:
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Off to down meds and pass the fuck out again.
Oh. The first person to spoil me for HP6 will be fined. I mean that. If my mother can avoid it, so can you. Thus far you're all doing fabulously. Keep it up. And now, my only run in with it: 7pm, I wander down and ask if Mom's book appeared. She looks sad and says no. I ask if anyone got the mail, thinking you couldn't keep me away from the mailbox if my present was on it's way... and no. No they hadn't. So I skipped out and there it was. Wheeee! Thrills? No. But the book couldn't be that big if our very broken mailbox could withstand the weight of the world.
