mindless

Today has been a kinda crap filled diaper of a day. I woke up with my nose stopped up and runny and my head feeling like it was full of goo. So I officially have a cold. Great. Thought I could avoid it this year, but it's caught up to me like Tom Hanks caught up to Leo Dicaprio in that movie Catch Me If You Can. Pretty good movie if you haven't seen it. Anyhoo, I came home from work and talked to my brother and told him I wasn't feeling up to seeing The Return of The King, The Return of The Prince, or even The Return of The Court Jester at this point. He got a little pissed, but then we decided to go Christmas shopping together, even though I was and am feeling like shyte. So we went, and guess where we ended up? The bastion of cheaply made merchandise, WalMart. Great. I can't stand going in there, but he wanted to, so in we went. It was like the mullet capital of the world in there. And I think I counted at least twenty ten gallon cowboy hats. Sheesh. I was getting bumped left and right as I fumbled around for gifts that I really wasn't feeling up to looking for. I told him I just wanted to get out, but he kept looking and finally got pissed enough at me to leave. So we grabbed some food and left. Whoo. Now I'm home. We decided to buy presents tomorrow instead. Hopefully I'll be more in the money spending mood then. Or I'll be even sicker and call in and not go to work. Whichever. Man, I have to tell you, that place makes me hate people whenever I go in there. I know that's bad to say, but it's true. Anyway, I think I'll go sleep for awhile, I'm exhausted and weak from all the WalMarty madness.