For some inexplicable reason, my thermostat rocks up to 75 degrees in the morning. Every morning I dream that I'm in hell. Then I realize that I'm in a warm Wood Village. Not much of a relief. It's like I wake up screaming "FUCK!!!!!!!" Then I look around, realize that I'm home, then I look down and mumble "shit."
Been a bit under the weather. My only display of discipline occurs when I'm sick. I will forgo any fun activities in an effort to rest and get well. I hate being sick and whenever I push the envelope, my body will revolt and make me get sicker. Looking unhealthy is nothing compared to being unhealthy.
I'm listening to my new Sirius Stiletto ST2. Howard Stern Show, particularly. I've never been one for the portable radio. Never wanted to be one of the Walkman Zombies walking around. I get disoriented, I think. I always found that to be antisocial. I should be more antisocial.
This isn't for you, it's for me. I don't have audio on my work computer and wanted to hear this later. Check it out, it might be the one thing to save this awful post:
I've got to get to work. Peace, fuckers.
goochout
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