Wednesday, April 28, 2004
What’s worse than fire going down?
That would be fire coming UP, as in hella heartburn on top of the razor blades going past my epiglottis and down my esophagus each time I take a sip of Pepsi. Yeah, I blame the one guy for that. See, he gets this hellacious heartburn that I never had until ... ahem ... fluids were swapped. Dammit.
But the good news is, another one of my assignments was postponed until tomorrow, so God (or someone) smiled upon my sorry ass and went easy on me. Or just didn't want to hear my inner whinings of "OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW!" followed by "GOD, PLEASE WILL SOMEBODY FUCKING KILL ME ALREADY?!?! PLEEEEEEEEEEZE!?!?!?"
But the good news is, another one of my assignments was postponed until tomorrow, so God (or someone) smiled upon my sorry ass and went easy on me. Or just didn't want to hear my inner whinings of "OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW!" followed by "GOD, PLEASE WILL SOMEBODY FUCKING KILL ME ALREADY?!?! PLEEEEEEEEEEZE!?!?!?"