apparently I'm sick enough to do stupid shit. Like walk out of State Street without paying for my coffee. *facepalm* That earned me a lot of snark from the little old ladies who work the registers when I realized and went back.
Not only is my throat sore, but my ears are starting to feel like I just stepped off of a transpacific flight, and my head's slowly filling with those all too familiar mayonnaise soaked cotton balls God likes to nonconsensually shove up my nose and into my brainmeats.
This is gonna be a fun workday/weekend. Oh yeah.
Not only is my throat sore, but my ears are starting to feel like I just stepped off of a transpacific flight, and my head's slowly filling with those all too familiar mayonnaise soaked cotton balls God likes to nonconsensually shove up my nose and into my brainmeats.
This is gonna be a fun workday/weekend. Oh yeah.
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Date: 2005-09-16 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-16 02:19 pm (UTC)They probably wouldn't have let me go if I wasn't in there every goddamned day. 'Cause they saw me leave.
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Date: 2005-09-16 02:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-16 02:24 pm (UTC)