&#034No quote for you!&#034 –uh, me, obviously.

Well, while technically I am feeling better than the pile of shit I was this morning when I got up, I&#039m still not feeling all that great. I have random coughing attacks which, with every cough, feels like someone&#039s pounding me in the head with a hammer right between the eyes. My nose is getting pretty sore and icky-looking from having to blow it on a ten-minute basis. My neck hurts, not because of the cold, per se, but because I must have slept on it wrong somehow. The inside of my neck (i.e., my throat) is gross too and tickles constantly making me want to cough but coughing is bad (see above). My eyes sting and itch, and of course, being the fucktard that I am, I left the eyedrops at home on my desk. My right hand hurts &#039cause the arthritis is acting up in it but not in the left for some god-forsaken reason, so I&#039m feeling a bit lopsided. I&#039m sure I could find a few other things to gripe about concerning my general lack of health, but well, I think I need to go get a drink to stop the on-coming coughing attack that I feel is creeping up my throat like a swarm of locusts. Yay me. This better go the @#$% away before this weekend. Being in a car for four hours while my sinuses are acting up is not fun. It wouldn&#039t be fun for the husband either who might just decide to drop me off on the side of the road rather than have to put up with my belly-aching. Poor guy. He puts up with so much. <Sigh> <Hack, cough> I&#039m gonna go pretend to work for the next half hour before lunch. I have a lot of errands to run. Laters.

Posted: June 2, 2004 at a painful quarter after eleven in the morning.