Sipping lemon tea at work, listening to Radiohead. Still don’t understand it yet, but it’s really good.
I think my coworkers hear it. They all know I’m sick. All I want to do is hide out in my office all day among the fake trees and twinkling white lights, but that’s not going to happen. Lots of unnecessary things to do. Will keep you posted on this train wreck of a morning and afternoon.
I still feel bad for breaking Mel’s glass candleholder yesterday afternoon. I tripped over her laptop extension cord, which jerked the whole computer across the table and then shattered the huge glass cylinder. Last night I also spilled orange juice all over myself and the carpet.
Fuck.
Sick # 1
Thursday, October 11, 2007
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3 Unique Gasps:
Dude,
Can you take a picture of your mucus and post it? My wife can tell you if you have a virus. Otherwise I can't focus on my novel for all my worry.
Just kidding. I hope your day improves drastically. That you're in a rainbow by five pm. If not, take more drugs.
drugs.
you're a big clumsy sick.
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