freakpirate

I'm slowly recovering and expecting to pull through. That's right. I'm going to live. So all you vultures who were eyeing my stuff can officially fuck off. That's right... I'm on to you.

I spent almost all of yesterday confined to my bed either sleeping or watching Food Network shows I'd downloaded. Which was a foolish idea considering I couldn't eat anything. I'm brilliant sometimes.

Today has been spent playing video games. I'm special.

So... my boss called me today. Not to ask how I was doing... or even if I'd be okay to come into work on Sunday. But to ask where I left something. My boss is a tool. I need to find a new job. And fast.