Feb. 1st, 2006

dreamcatchings: (mad)
Still sick. Still crabby.

Still really motherfucking cold, which I'm gonna attribute to the illness and then berate myself because I've been abnormally cold for a few days now and I should have fucking realized it was the start of something untoward.

Head's less hurty and more floaty. Neither of these are conducive to working or writing or even wanting to pick up the phone without going, "Your internet doesn't work? Fuck you! Bye." Which would likely get me fired quicker than if I set the building on fire for the sheer reason that we'd be able to cash in on the insurance and get a better building if I "accidentally" burned down my place of employ.

Oh, joy, if I talk or laugh too much my head goes all swimmy from lack of oxygen. I'm breathing. I'm not congested. Where the hell is my oxygen going? OMFG! What the hell did I do to deserve this?

Fuck you, world. Fuck you right up the ass with something sharp and pointy and covered in Icy Hot!

ETA: Red Dwarf theme song stuck in my head. That'll make me smile until it gets annoying.

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