FUCKING NOWHERE, THAT’S WHERE.
Dilemma:
Let the games begin.
Fuck everything about today.
The one day I’m told to look “nice,”… my hair better fucking cooperate tomorrow.
“So dress nice.”
Uh. Way to be vague.
Besides, I like to think I always dress “nice,” just not “fancy nice.”
I’m just waiting to show up Monday in something and get told it’s wrong, so that’s cool. Considering all I ever wear to work are either button-up-flannels/jeans or t-shirts with the company logo/jeans. So. The rest of my wardrobe, since I don’t do anything to need to look decent with anyone, has gone downhill. COOL. REAL COOL.
I filed at 6:42pm CST and it got accepted at 7:00pm CST.
Probably because I owe them money, but whatever. It’s cool.
Headache, sore throat, congested sinuses, coughing, fever, my neck hurts from those lymph node things being swollen and tender as hell, if I do get a few seconds to breathe through my nose… it burns.
Fuck this.
I am sick. Fuck. Not bad… but it’s coming fast, so hopefully I can get TL’d tomorrow. (Sent home.) Ugh.