so many of naps
how ya feeling bucko?: plague riddled
muzacs: decemberists - here i dreamt i was an architect
i went to work today cos i was starting to feel better but then i didn't. oh man did i ever not feel better. i was going strong until i ate some chicken soup and then i basically wanted to die. i was sitting at my desk staring ahead in my cubicle and just pouring sweat. people kept coming by and telling me how terrible i looked (by the way, thanks guys. real nice) and so i basically escaped to a doctorb.
it was neat, they made me put on one of those SARS masks and i don't know how people wear those things man. all that hot sweaty breath, it made my eyes fog up. what the hell?
anyway, the doctorb came in and asked me like a bajillion questions and i kept forgetting everything, like all the words i needed and just kinda said words at him until he took my temperature. which was 100.8. he listened to me breathe for like 5 minutes and then had me try and cough, which then i couldn't stop. he asked me alot of questions about my poop, and seemed unhappy with all my answers (understandably). then he jabbed around my stomach until i almost barfed on him and finally handed me a note and promptly bathed himself in sanitizer. he then walked across the room and told me to sanitize before i left.
the note told me "i am unfit for working until december 4"
so... plague. its not the swine for reals, but i am going to call it swine jr. or piglet flu?