→ I am sick. I am sick and I am irritated at certain people who happen to live here. So I am going to reject them in about 5 minutes and go get something to eat. Which really, I've been meaning to spend this 30 dollars that's been sitting here all week anyway. So *sticks out tongue* enjoy your spinach! I'm having sushi!
→ Except I need to be back in 45 minutes for The Vampire Diaries, so it will have to be sushi-to-go. And speaking of, words cannot express how nervous I am for all the eps leading up to the finale. So nervous! <-- Not adequate! Also? I miss Tyler. It's weird how attached to that storyline I had become. I have missed it. It's been like 5 episodes right? Or will be if you count tonight? That is too long!
→ As I'm sick I'm taking tomorrow off to "rest up." And basically just not being at work and dealing with the public when you're sick? = A good thing. So there's that. Also? If you cannot breathe and sound like your face is shoved into a pillow when you're talking? You should not have to go back to the car where your poor dog is waiting for you (in relatively cool weather, but still!) just to get ID to buy a 24 pack of decongestant. It's just cruel. I swear, I'm not going to cook up any crystal meth anytime soon. First of all, I'm too sick! Second of all, do I look like Walter White? I don't know shit about chemistry. Or cooking, for that matter.
→ Okay I'm running out of time to get sustenance before my show! Take it easy, folks!
→ Except I need to be back in 45 minutes for The Vampire Diaries, so it will have to be sushi-to-go. And speaking of, words cannot express how nervous I am for all the eps leading up to the finale. So nervous! <-- Not adequate! Also? I miss Tyler. It's weird how attached to that storyline I had become. I have missed it. It's been like 5 episodes right? Or will be if you count tonight? That is too long!
→ As I'm sick I'm taking tomorrow off to "rest up." And basically just not being at work and dealing with the public when you're sick? = A good thing. So there's that. Also? If you cannot breathe and sound like your face is shoved into a pillow when you're talking? You should not have to go back to the car where your poor dog is waiting for you (in relatively cool weather, but still!) just to get ID to buy a 24 pack of decongestant. It's just cruel. I swear, I'm not going to cook up any crystal meth anytime soon. First of all, I'm too sick! Second of all, do I look like Walter White? I don't know shit about chemistry. Or cooking, for that matter.
→ Okay I'm running out of time to get sustenance before my show! Take it easy, folks!