mr. doodles

that's a weird title I know, but that's the first thing that came to my mind. My mind is kind of tot (pronounced toe-t, it's German, it means 'dead')anyway. I have reached the conclusion that I never actually got completely better and my sickness conned me into thinking I was. ANNNT! WrOng! It's now Sick: Part II, Tales of the Ears and Throat. The loathing with which I feel towards this, this thing cannot be accurately described in this post, except that I HATE IT and IT SUCKS. The act of swallowing moves from the 'voluntary response' category to the 'only when I absolutely need to' category. I have no pain pills to alleviate the simultaneous soreness in my ears and throat when I swallow. GRR. My face is in Screen Saver mode. I'm talkin' Windows 95 screen saver with the bouncing changing 3D box/circle shape thingy. You know what I'm talkin' about. Why I am at work is because at least I'm out of the house. You tend to get cabin fever up there in the winter time. Plus I wouldn't get paid and would definitely be less effective (3 hours of playing Peggle or Guitar Hero, anyone?). I guess I need to stop staying up late (11pm). It's not doing me any favors, that's for sure. Sleep. Mmmmm. I slept through my alarm by almost 10 minutes this morning. And it was still going for those 10 minutes. I heard it in my dream, but was so tired and aided by the Benadryl I was having a rough time getting up. I turned it off and went back to bed. Big mistake. I fell right back asleep and 45 minutes later was scurrying to get out of the door. I got ready in 10 minutes. My hair is gross and I'm not wearing makeup. I don't care either. It's 9:30am, Goodnight. Zzzzzzz.