May 11th, 2004
|09:44 am - Home sick|
Yes, today I am home sick.
I'm not going to work or to class (making this the most times I've missed a class in one quarter for sickness ever: 2). Today I have a fever (again), the lymph nodes under my armpits are swolen and very painful, I have a nasty cough, and I'm still getting flashes of extreme warmth and cold. But I'm not doing too bad, really.
But you will all see that I'm still logged into AIM, MSN, and Yahoo! Messenger.
I can't respond to them, because it's my computer at work that is hooked in.
So I ask you all: To make me feel better, send me an IM that's creative and funny, or just downright naughty and dirty, so I can see it when I get back to work in the morning.
If you don't have access to one of those, you can always leave me a comment!
Oh, and I'll be writing up my weekend at Desert Magic, I think. There's one story in particular I want to tell.
Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: "Son of a Son of a Sailor", -JB
One day George W. Bush and Dick Cheney walk into a diner. A waitress walks up to them and asks if she can take their order. Bush leans close to her and says, "Honey, can I have a quickie?"
The waitress is appalled and yells at the President about women's rights and storms away.
Cheney then says to Bush, "George, its pronounced 'keesh'."