And here's the Friday Five! (Courtesy of The Friday Five) 1 thing that's on your mind right now So now that that is out of the way, I feel like actually putting some effort into this entry - maybe. Perhaps. I don't know. We'll get started and then just see how it goes from there. (That's what I always tell my customers). I definitely diagnose myself as ill. For the last three weeks on and off, I have been mega exhausted, sore throated, stuffy (but not stuffed UP) sinuses, sore neck, stiff muscles, no energy. What does this sound like to you? This, my friends, sounds to me like MONONUCLEOSIS. Or.. Mono. Or... some sort of awful three week flu. My biggest question when I put the information together was "How do you get the kissing disease when you don't do any kissing?" Because I am certainly not kissing ANYONE, thankyouverymuch. I was a little distraught over my prognosis until I discussed it with Holly who pointed out that you can also get mono from drinking after someone, and that I had mentioned several times that I had been kissing Stefan. I hope I didn't pass it on! >.< This morning, I was so tired, even though I had nine hours of sleep (went to bed at midnight and my alarm was set for 9am), I still could not get out of bed when my alarm rang. I lazed about in bed for another forty minutes or so and then finally forced myself out of bed and to the door, very nearly crawling, and to the bathroom. I had to sit around for a couple of minutes to regain my energy and then I was able to get up and go, but I am still so exhausted here at work, that I feel like I got two hours of sleep rather than nearly ten. -le sigh- I also put on a pair of jeans in my rush to get out the door and realized the leg of them was wet. Toby pissed on my jeans. I think this is him telling me it's time to really give my smelly disgusting room a cleaning from top to bottom - definitely something that I will do Saturday or Sunday as I am done by 6pm both of those nights. Should be good. Anyways, I think that's all I have to say for now... WAIT!! I knew I meant to talk about this. There are a lot of new hires here now, and so you see a lot of them going around. Unlike Tiffany, I don't like people in wheelchairs*. Tiffany loves them. I, however, do not. There is this one new guy at work, in a wheelchair. Occasionally, he parks his wheelchair in the cafeteria underneath the television so he is pointed right at me and stares at me while I munch on mini rice cakes and baby carrots. It's uncanny and frightening. Then, he always wheels by my pod (which is conveniently near one of the main hallways) at top speeds, speeding by so fast sometimes that he knocks papers off of my desk. I think he either is in love with me (but he wears a wedding ring) or is in hate with me and is planning to kill me to my death. It would be horrible to be killed by a man in a wheelchair. Maybe he would shoot me, or run me over when I wasn't looking. Maybe he would push me in front of a train. Okay, I'm done now. A year ago I was: Stressing over an interview at Cendant. Word of the Day: billet BIL-it, noun: transitive verb: intransitive verb:
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Friday, Mar. 04, 2005 ~ 6:32 p.m.
To try and remember to go to the theatre after work and not my apartment and my glorious glorious glorious wonderful bed.
2 songs you like
Here Right Here - Sensefield (it's in my head right now)
Toy Soldiers - Eminem
3 things that make you angry
This stupid sickness that I have.
Being tired like I am.
Breadcrumbs in the butterdish.
4 things that make you happy
Eating healthfully.
Chocolate.
Seeing Daniel's hair grow back.
My glorious glorious wonderful bed.
5 people who have made a big impact on your life
Sarah
Becca
Daniel (not the above linked, but maybe yes, if he is offended)
Mom
Balerie
1. Lodging for soldiers.
2. An official order directing that a soldier be provided with lodging.
3. A position of employment; a job.
1. To quarter, or place in lodgings.
2. To serve (a person) with an official order to provide lodging for soldiers.
To be quartered; to lodge.
*Disclaimer: I don't have anything against people in wheelchairs. I love all people, whether they're in wheelchairs or... something else.. I don't know, anyways, my point is that if you are in a wheelchair and you read this and it offends you, please find me and I will give you a hug and a kiss to prove that I don't hate people in wheelchairs.