sheisse

i'm sick. sick. sick.

not just sick of work, but physically ill. and i'm at work.

son of a... (fill in your own blank here - i prefer whore)

fuck. i hate being sick. i've been getting progressively worse, too. i thought i would've been better by now. but, no. getting worse. steve keeps telling me that i don't have a fever. if i don't have a fever, then why do i have the chills and occasional sweats and shit?

maybe i'll infect every mother fucker here. woohoo! heh... then when i'm all better, there will be no one here at work.

i feel weak. i think i may pass out. i can barely sit up over here.

stupid presentations i have to finish. i would do them at home, but the files are so big, they'd never get emailed. my system would error out first.

i haven't been sick in so long, it's ridiculous.

and i have a stupid eye dr. appt. today. i so don't want to go. but i would've had to cancel yesterday... and i thought i was going to be better today.

i'm such a whiner. heh.

man, no one better fuck with me today at work... and i'm not answering the phone, either. yeah. that'll show them.

*grumble*

unhappy.