delilahb

Right now, it's like death has entered my body and is fucking with my head, literally. I woke up on Saturday sick as a fucking dog after I had been on antibiotics for a week. This whole weekend I have spent on the couch in a drugged daze because I can't get my head to be clear enough to really think straight.

So this morning, my alarm goes off at four am, and I think to myself: I can a. go to work, get people sick right before the holidays and stay sick myself because I'll be working my ass off, or I can b. stay home and rest and piss everyone off that I work with. After an hour of intense stressful situations about whether to go or not, I decided for b. I hate calling in sick. Hate it. (especially since I have wednesday off already.) Oh well.

I also have done a lot of thinking this past weekend about pretty important shit. I've decided that 2004 is going to be a new year for me. Lot's of changes in my future, I expect.

I also just want to thank Ms. Midori. I LOVE you!