(nothing to do with this post, whatsoever).
I've been sick for an entire week. Missed out on seeing the Adam Corolla movie last night, missed out on doing a lot of crap. As a pawn in God's warped plan, I've also worked more hours this week than usual (late nights, early mornings). Under the haze of a DayQuil bender, I've somehow kicked ass all week. Not a problem has been thrown at me that I haven't just conquered.
I will, however, likely miss a deadline for a customer next week. Not my fault, but I wouldn't be able to say that to them. Not looking forward to that meeting.
Working both days this weekend. Mellow jobs, but I need to rest. Being sick and staying home would be the perfect opportunity to enjoy the new TV in the bedroom, but I only watch as much as the NyQuil will let me. Between the DayQuil and NyQuil, I'm guessing my prostate is the size of a grapefruit at this point.
Haven't shaved in three days. Gonna do that now.
goochout.
wow, what a shitty post.
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