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[entelein]

I left work again; I just couldn't take it. I sounded awful, and even though people seemed to be able to understand me, it wasn't doing me any good, sitting at that desk, feeling more and more crappy as each call came in.

I left at noon.

Now I am home, after having some clueless dude tap my back bumper as I was driving up to my bank to deposit my paycheck (I actually said, as I got out of the car to see if there was any damage, "Dude."), after picking up a little something to eat, for I am ravenous (a good sign), and returning a message for a focus group on Monday or Tuesday night. Even if it's only $20 or so, I'll need every penny. Man. Sucks to be me!

Heh, but I am feeling alright, despite money woes and the fact that the inside of my throat is Jabba the Hut's pink-and-white wussy second cousin. Let us speak no more of this; it does no good to dwell.

Oh, I need to go pop some more penicillin. Pfeh.

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[p7a77.livejournal.com]

Last week I was waiting for a parking spot, with my blinker on in front of what would be the open spot. As the guy pulled out, some other guy pulled in from the back. I couldn't believe it. I pulled back, opened up the window, prepared to give the finger, when I saw he was mildly aware of the situation. He was a somewhat older Asian guy. I said, "Dude!" He moved.

[gupfee.livejournal.com]

Sympathy and virtual tea, hon, it's hard to get through these lingering illnesses. Hope you see some improvement soon.

You know, you don't need your voice to type in irc (hint hint)