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I'm getting sick. Deelish! Who doesn't love a wicked nasty case of post-nasal drip?! I scored some crappy Sudafed at Target on the way home from work earlier, popped some, but it doesn't seem to be doing anything. I've got a crappy dry cough and some shortness of breath. LAME. I just hope it doesn't get worse- can't afford to miss work. Well... I suppose I can afford to, but I'd rather spend that money elsewhere.

I hate black Friday. I am not fond of the rest of the weekend either. It's stupid. Not even particularly busy. My boss is just there constantly, and has been making me greet people. No one wants my help. No one wants to acknowledge my "Hello." I am an annoyance to the customers. And I'm under the weather. Lame.

I suppose that could be motivation to finish school, etc, etc. I am all too immune to motivation. I should be doing many things right now, given this lovely free time. I need to clean our bedroom- finally put everything away. I must find my checkbook.

I spent my time off playing Guitar Hero II, WOO! Damn. I need to do those things I spoke of. (And clean my bathrooms, dishes, you name it...)