10:28 a.m. - 2005-08-11
That's my word for the day. It's what I feel like, what I look like, and that's about all my customers are going to get from me today. Just a great big helping of hell with a little hell-glazed dipping sauce on the side. Mmm, enjoy.
In addition to that, I think I might be getting a fever blister. I've never had one of these before (banging on head and wood profusely) but my mouth is itching furiously, despite the liberal amounts of Carmex I have smeared all over the lower half of my face. My contacts quit working almost the instant I put them over my dry, blood-shot eyes. Is anyone here getting the thought that I might be getting sick? I was going to dilligently go the the gym tonight and work out, but I'm thinking it might not happen. Despite the fact that it's almost 11am and 107 degrees outside, I have a small heater blaring in my office while alternately shivering and sweating-with a little cursing thrown in between.
This sucks, man. Really, really sucks.