September 9th, 2002

torn sky

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I pledge alleigance to my pants, for they hide my underwear. And to the store from where they came, much money after taxes and sales receipts, with discounts and savings for all.
torn sky

As I've said a million times today...

Something...or someone...I'm betting either viruses or allergies...are trying to kill me via the slowest, most annoying way possible. That's right, dehydration through the nose. All m bodily fluids are sloly leaking out, but they take a detour though my sinuses first. You know, for more annoyance factor.

Gahhh...and in my drugged-up haze I agreed to work like...a lot of hours even though this is supposed to be my "no work this week because I need a break" week.