What the fuck, dude? Why is it that you always get sick at the least convenient times possible? I plan a long-awaited vacation, and I get the tickle in my throat. I can't locate the surface of my desk because I've got so much work to do, and I'm tossing papers onto the floor to find a tissue to stem the tide out of my sinuses. I get some part-time work, and you go bananas.
Yes, I did too much last weekend. I barely sat down for more than an hour. But I had some amazing opportunities come up, and you're fucking them up by rendering me useless by a drug and booger haze. I know you aren't one of those bodies who thrives with four hours of sleep, but could you fake it for a while so I can get my shit done?
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Posted by Amy at 10:41 AM