thursday

(abra, how did you know?)
i feel like i've been hit by a dump truck.
last night my jaw started hurting and i thought my throat was bugging me due to smoking a cig earlier in the evening, but it was not so...
tripledead told me that i snored louder than he's ever heard a human snore before. neither of us slept very well. i have balance sheet and income statement nightmares and woke up repeatedly all night (probably cuz i couldn't breathe...)
this morning i knew i was in trouble when my EYES hurt. oi...
managed to crawl my mangy sick ass out of bed to get to work tho.
someone at work gave me two dayquil that i took on an empty stomach. oi...
but by the end of the day i was feeling moderately normal, if not just a little sore in the face.
hell, i felt good enough to traipse downtown and make a tattoo appointment for feb. 10.
either way, i'm keeping it low-key tonight. going to curl up with my business text and then go to bed as early as i can muster....


edit: i read this in the new york times today and it made my fucking skin crawl.