November 09, 2002 - 2:54 pm
I'm sick.
I hate being sick. I have no energy, can't quite breath and just want to sleep.
Of course, my workload won't allow for this, so instead I have to make a fool of myself on paper, TRYING to write. Well, I'll show them. Or something.
And that THING...the one in my kitchen that smells like feet...yeah, it's still there.
Damn me.
