josephene

"Hot blooded...check it and see...I got a fever of 103..."

FUCKIN' FLU!!

I am back at work...mid-flu because no one else can work the board for the ballgame tonight, and if I didn't work, we just wouldn't be able to do it. Guilt overcame common-sense, and now...looking at the clock seeing the better part of 4 hours to go, I think I'm going to saw my fucking head off. I feel so much guilt for missing work, it's unbearable, but I would gladly crawl back into my comfy bed, nodding in and out of whatever shitty movie I had popped in and sipping on some cold OJ...but nope, I'm here...like a fucking idiot.

At what temperature does your brain begin to boil? I was just over 102 when I left to come back into work...Did I mention I'm a fucking idiot? Someone want my job? For a bottle of Nyquil and a big box of Kleenex, you can have it.

Other than that...things are peachy! How are you?

OH, and I love this little NASCAR cult I am taking credit for...two people who would have NEVER watched a race, and they did...Jerry and Catiedid. Rock out, kids!