2004-02-23 We will make it through somehow
At work. The level of boredom reached is now "high." I still have 3 hours left.
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck.
I'm still sick and it sucks alot. It's time for me to not be sick. Grr.
My hair looks like an amusement park. Beads and wraps and stuff. **Heart** **heart** to my hair.
So bored. Boredom's such a waste of time. Arrrrgh, my life's going by and all I can say is "I'm sitting in front of a computer."
Today, I had classes. I didn't do much worth talking about. Now I'm at work.
Cough-hack-wheeze
Hayk told me to go to the doctor. I might if this doesn't go away -- or at least get better -- in another week.
Is there such a thing as an anti-wish list? I'd like to make a list of things I don't want. That'd be a pretty big list, though. I think stuff like AIDS and Hepititus C would pretty much go at the top, though. Next would be stuff like heroin addiction and disfigurement. Broken hearts would make it, but I think it's more important to not get AIDS than it is to not get your heart broken.
I guess the moral is: don't sleep around, but if you do, use a condom.
Hm.
Power-bored, I am.
Heh. Bored to the max.
(giggle) 80's slang.
9.53pm
