My head hurts a bit too much to post a lot, but I at least wanted everyone to know I’m still alive. After a weekend of pretty much lying around either sleeping or messing on the computer, I’d have hoped to be feeling much better by now, but I don’t. My head still hurts, my joints hurt (a bit more since I walked to work today), and my stomach has been acting up as well. The worst part about having a funky stomach today is the fact that I’m in a little closet with no ventilation. Good thing Heather’s not in today. She might die from the stinky “biochemical warfare” sneaking out of my ass. Heck, I might well die from this. I have a fan blowing across me and the desk to at least move the fumes around, but since I’m sick, I’m already freezing and the fan is making it worse. Today’s going to be a long day.
Holly:
I'm glad that you are comfortable enough to talk about flatulation (and the thought of "biochemical warfare sneaking out" of anyone's ass is hilarious!)
Restricted military technology:
The government called, and they're ready to extract that military technology out of your ass– by force, if necessary.
Ew!:
Feel better soon!