Got out the camping gear, dried it while chatting with Geoff... then
put it away. Then Geoff and I got stuff at Best Buy (air conditioner
for him, surround sound speakers for me). now at work.
tired. very tired. in fact, downright
Well, looks like I'll be getting some OT this week, as a server just
died in a most horrific fashion, leaving me to fix it until all hours
of the morning. Sigh.
However, this conversation with my coworkers did amuse me earlier:
Chuck: Hey Gwen, are you a part of a cult?
Gwen: I am my own cult!
Chuck, to Matt: Look at her, doesn't she look like she's in some Eastern Cult?
Chuck: Look at those pants, and that shirt! In fact, I'd say it were a Southeastern cult.
Matt: Like Georgia?
Chuck: No! Like Vietnam! She's in a Vietnamese cult, I know it.
Guess I should get to that laundry I've been meaning to do for a while, yup.
hate being sick. hate fevers. hate swollen throats. hate feeling
miserable. hate feeling like I have so much to do and can't get any
of it done tonight.
yup, it's the flu.