2003-12-17 - 1:30 p.m.
oh iggy, please don't let me be getting this cold that is going around the office. my throat is killing me and i'm all flushed and woozy. i'm 100% sure i am running a fever. the best part? i cannot miss a day of work between now and xmas eve.
motherfuckinghelldamnshitbitchfuck.
i drank some juice thing with echinacea this morning and tried to eat some of my yogurt. now i am drinking a superV8 and picking at my sandwich. my nicotine starved body is begging for a cigarette but i'm going to fight off the urge. smoking is not going to help my tender throat right now.
sweet christ so much to do. i drove in today because my plan was to finish up xmas shopping after work. i've decided to get my dad a computer game, because he complains that he's lonely and bored when he's in his apartment without my mom. i was thinking either star wars, indiana jones, sims, or a war game. can someone tell me what kind of computer game my dad (who you've never met) would like? as for big sis i'm hitting four places after work: lux, needful things, home, and absolutely fabulous. hopefully i will find something for her and for my mom's bday too which falls right after xmas. after all that hooplah, i am going to fall into bed one tired puppy.
please in the name of iggy, don't let me get sick...
