fuck sick

It’s official: I feel like shit. I’m sick. Fuck me and fuck my back, neck, head, throat, and eyes. Why does this happen 15-minutes before the weekend? I can’t focus on my wonderful pseudo-erotic work spreadsheets. Fuck pseudo-erotic spreadsheets. I’m just going to slump here and wish I were at home in bed. Mmm, bed. Speaking of “bed”, now I understand why this week has been so crappy. I couldn’t sleep well. I was unmotivated. I was a pain in the ass to live with (sorry, Sherry & Lori). All that time my body was slowly getting ill. Fuck me, again.

I’m going home and I’m going straight to the couch where I will watch --through half closed eyes-- whatever DVD I grab first from my private cinema library. I hope I don’t grab some crappy Disney flick like the Lion King or Snow White. Fuck Disney.

But before I leave…

I just visited my favorite bathroom stall, #2, to drop a couple of nuggets down the flusher. I love my nuggets! Anyway, the men’s bathroom was almost out of toilet paper and it was completely out of paper towels. A lot of disgusting loads must’ve been dropped today. OR, somebody is guilty of grossly abusing the bathroom paper products. Fuck gross abuse.
...and so it was written, shenry at 11/07/2003 03:55:00 PM.
...and so it was appended with .