Today has not been my finest day ever. I woke up with a bitch of a headache, and I ended up calling in sick for the morning. I took some tylenol and went back to bed, thereby arriving at work three hours after schedule. (Just two hours late, but.. it's complicated, okay?) It was somewhat better when I woke up the second time, but by the time I made it to work it was just as bad as it had been at six, so I figured that I would end up leaving early. I was mainly just holding out so that I didn't leave twenty minutes after I arrived because that would be lame. I stuck it out, though, and a few minutes before I left, my dad called. "Hi, by the way, I'm on my way to the hospital. Don't worry! Bye." He's there at least overnight for suspected kidney stones. Great!
I don't have the energy to write anything interesting today. I just want to take (another) nap and then go to bed. And if I still have this freaking headache tomorrow, I'm going to take it out behind the barn and beat the crap out of it.
I don't have the energy to write anything interesting today. I just want to take (another) nap and then go to bed. And if I still have this freaking headache tomorrow, I'm going to take it out behind the barn and beat the crap out of it.