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Oct. 8th, 2002 04:26 pmI am so sick.
I am sitting at work, feeling flat spins just sitting here. I am trying not to growl at the phone every time it rings.
Oh god, I feel like crap. What the hell?
I wish my brain could handle this better right now, but it can't. Only half hour more, and I can go home, and fall into my bed.
I feel awful.
I am sitting at work, feeling flat spins just sitting here. I am trying not to growl at the phone every time it rings.
Oh god, I feel like crap. What the hell?
I wish my brain could handle this better right now, but it can't. Only half hour more, and I can go home, and fall into my bed.
I feel awful.
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Date: 2002-10-08 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-08 09:22 pm (UTC)I am Jack's raging bile duct...
Date: 2002-10-09 08:19 am (UTC)Re: I am Jack's raging bile duct...
Date: 2002-10-09 09:45 am (UTC)Re: I am Jack's raging bile duct...
Date: 2002-10-09 08:44 pm (UTC)I'm not supposed to bespeak any such information to you, nor would I even if I had said information you want, at this juncture... be able.
Re: I am Jack's raging bile duct...
Date: 2002-10-09 08:52 pm (UTC)Re: I am Jack's raging bile duct...
Date: 2002-10-09 09:05 pm (UTC)So, normally I wouldn't engage in a battle of quotes, but I had to toss out the last one because I just fielded a work email where someone was asking me if I had a login to a machine that I'd never heard of. That line was my response there, too.