Blargh...my head feels like a medicine ball right about now: A gigantic boulder balancing precariously on the tip of my neck, waiting to see which way the wind will blow to knock it, and me, flat on my face. My body always has trouble adjusting to the new seasons. This year has been particularly difficult since the weather has been so inconsistent. We're currently experiencing the mid-season fury of Sumautumninter, or The You-May-Not-Need-Your-Coat-But-You-Damn-Well-Better-Bring-It-Just-In-Case Equinox, which is similar to the Always-Bring-Your-Umbrella-Everywhere-You-Go-Because-It-Will-Rain-If-You-Don't law of our fair city. Observe:
Last week it was in the lower 30's with frost advisories (winter coat), this week it's in the lower 50's in the morning (jacket) and rises to the mid-70's in the afternoon (coat-draggin'), then drops back to the 40's at night (coat as ghetto blanket substitute). My poor air conditioner doesn't know what to think. Some days I'm reveling in its cool goodness, other days I'm ignoring it completely. The madness must end!
I'm usually all for cold weather, but it takes time to adjust. When it shoots back up to 70 every other day, I haven't adjusted yet. Hence my medicine head this morning. A pox on ye deities of the elements. For even though you give me days off work, I'm too miserable to enjoy them. In fact when I called in sick this morning, my boss asked me whether or not I had any work that needed to be done before she would grant me sick leave. Derrr, I always have work that needs to be done, you savage harlot! This is why I'm able to maintain my job. She spent at least 5 minutes on the phone with me going over all my work details, all the while I was falling in and out of sickly consciousness, finally agreeing to everything she said without hearing any of it. Don't make me show up in my pajamas and snot all over your desk, lady. I'll infect everyone there with my retrovirus if you don't grant me the sick time I'm entitled to! rawrrr!
Now I think I'll go inhale 4000% of vitamin C and pass out in the bathtub. Tata, my healthy journal readers.
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Mr.Burns: So tell me, have you ever painted the rich and powerful?
Marge: Well, just Ringo Starr
Mr.Burns: Ring-o?
Smithers: He was a member of a 60's rock group called The Beatles, sir.
Mr.Burns: Ah yes, I seem to recall their off-key caterwauling on the old Sullivan Show. What was Ed thinking?
Last week it was in the lower 30's with frost advisories (winter coat), this week it's in the lower 50's in the morning (jacket) and rises to the mid-70's in the afternoon (coat-draggin'), then drops back to the 40's at night (coat as ghetto blanket substitute). My poor air conditioner doesn't know what to think. Some days I'm reveling in its cool goodness, other days I'm ignoring it completely. The madness must end!
I'm usually all for cold weather, but it takes time to adjust. When it shoots back up to 70 every other day, I haven't adjusted yet. Hence my medicine head this morning. A pox on ye deities of the elements. For even though you give me days off work, I'm too miserable to enjoy them. In fact when I called in sick this morning, my boss asked me whether or not I had any work that needed to be done before she would grant me sick leave. Derrr, I always have work that needs to be done, you savage harlot! This is why I'm able to maintain my job. She spent at least 5 minutes on the phone with me going over all my work details, all the while I was falling in and out of sickly consciousness, finally agreeing to everything she said without hearing any of it. Don't make me show up in my pajamas and snot all over your desk, lady. I'll infect everyone there with my retrovirus if you don't grant me the sick time I'm entitled to! rawrrr!
Now I think I'll go inhale 4000% of vitamin C and pass out in the bathtub. Tata, my healthy journal readers.
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Mr.Burns: So tell me, have you ever painted the rich and powerful?
Marge: Well, just Ringo Starr
Mr.Burns: Ring-o?
Smithers: He was a member of a 60's rock group called The Beatles, sir.
Mr.Burns: Ah yes, I seem to recall their off-key caterwauling on the old Sullivan Show. What was Ed thinking?
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veganvixen:
i just looked at ur pics. orgazmo was a funny movie, and u have a nice penis 
i'm reading the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, it's great. i just got over a cold the other day, not as bad as yours sounds. hope you get bettter soon. you should get a heat pillow with auromatherapy, i have one it is fuckin freat. u put it in the microwave for a few minutes, and sleep with it on ur chest or next to ur head, and it cleans up your sinuses and keeps u nice and warm.
i'm reading the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, it's great. i just got over a cold the other day, not as bad as yours sounds. hope you get bettter soon. you should get a heat pillow with auromatherapy, i have one it is fuckin freat. u put it in the microwave for a few minutes, and sleep with it on ur chest or next to ur head, and it cleans up your sinuses and keeps u nice and warm.
clara:
I want Summer back. And what are you har-umphing about? You're not missing.
