gahdammit.

so what do i get for calling in sick to work on saturday?

well, partly i get an awesome day of sledding and vietnamese food and two-stepping...

but then, apparently, karma notices and goes "hey, none of that now" so the day after calling in sick i come down with the cold from hell.

motherfucker.

oh well, at least now when i show up for work today i won't have to listen to my boss insinuate that i was just playing hooky on saturday, as i am clearly death warmed over.


EDITED TO ADD:

holy christ. one of my neighbors is listening to jessica simpson, loud enough that i can make it out clearly through the walls. so, not only do they listen to jessica simpson, they don't even have the decency to be ashamed and hide the fact.