LittleBrother was sick this week. He said that his head hurt reeeally bad when he coughed and I told him that he was imagining it and to suck it up. Well, I've got the shit now and he wasn't kidding. My head is on a continual throb and if I cough or laugh it feels like I'm being stabbed in the temple and all I see is white light while I'm coughing. I feel bad for accusing him of being a drama queen.
I wanted to leave work early but didn't because I'd just received an award today for being a fantastical employee this quarter. And I like my supervisor so I don't want to do anything (such as leaving early) that would make her look bad. So when I was having a blinding coughing fit, I'd pet my award and remind myself that I probably wasn't going to die. But what a relief it would've been if I'd have just keeled over to avoid the head hurting.
I'm all doped up now and hoping that I'll feel better tomorrow.
Sweety is gone for a few days so me and the girls (Stinky dog and Tiny dog) have been living like bachelors. We just had a dinner of Spaghetti-o's and Frito's. I'm picking the boys up from their mom's house tomorrow night on my way home from work so I can take them to their football game on Saturday. Their cuntofamother is unable to take them to the game. As a matter of fact, she hasn't seen them play yet this season.
Good grief. I am dinged out. Gonna go blog surf til my eyes give out.
It's Friday morning and I feel like what flaming dog shit smells like. What a wonderful day this will be!