fact: I have tickets to see Louis XIV tonight.
fact: I seem to have contracted a deadly flu virus.
evidence: fever, sore throat, muscles so sore I can barely move, glands in neck so swollen I can see them throb when I look in the mirror. they look like baby aliens trying to get out.
fact: I got 5 hours of sleep last night, and I have to wake up at 6am thursday morning. and there is no way I can call in sick, being a supervisor.
fact: I'm still fucking going to the show, goddammit.
now if you'll excuse me, I need to go collapse into bed for a nap.
fact: I seem to have contracted a deadly flu virus.
evidence: fever, sore throat, muscles so sore I can barely move, glands in neck so swollen I can see them throb when I look in the mirror. they look like baby aliens trying to get out.
fact: I got 5 hours of sleep last night, and I have to wake up at 6am thursday morning. and there is no way I can call in sick, being a supervisor.
fact: I'm still fucking going to the show, goddammit.
now if you'll excuse me, I need to go collapse into bed for a nap.
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tadzi:
what the hell is louis the xiv? i mean, aside from a dead french dude.
glassheart:
i didnt get sick.