what a nice radio..
Lucky me.. sitting here at home and a nice fed-ex man delivers a brand-spanking new radio to my door. Wonder if I can have this thing installed in my car before James even gets home from his trip to Chattanooga. Payback, I figure, for me sitting around stressing/working/cleaning while he’s out cruising on the Suzuki.
Okay.. i’m doing it again. Got up, made breakfast, felt fine, but now I’m starting to feel nauseous. What is UP with that? I must have the weakest stomach on the planet. At nearly 11, Alka Seltzer is my friend… and Tylenol, Tylenol is my friend. You know, noticing a pattern… whenever I get nauseous like this I always have a wicked headache, too. If I didn’t eat the very same thing I just had for breakfast on numerous occasions, I’d swear it was a food allergy.
Here’s where James would throw in his “It’s a tumor” if he were here.
oh well.. ugh. Better tell work I’m just staying here today. Have plenty to do. Then I can try a nice hot bath and see if I feel better.
petulant_derek has made a Comment
As a ritualistic shaman and snake-oil salesman, I can offer this diagnosis:
Unconscious dread of one’s place of employment manifesting itself as a physical ailment due to denial of one’s feelings towards said place of employment.
or something like that.
BTW, i got here by way of signde’s journal. for some reason, i feel compelled
to tell ppl how i found their journal, since its kinda fascinating how we’re all interconnected…
April 16, 2002 @ 12:24 pm
flerly has made a Comment
You know.. I like your explanation for my “mystery illness”… got a cure?
Don’t say QUIT, cuz that don’t pay the billz.
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ps. Hi Ryan’s friend.
April 18, 2002 @ 6:39 am
petulant_derek has made a Comment
Well you could always find another job… but the general consensus among the working public is that all jobs suck. The job market is prety bad now, anyway.
I would suggest a stiff drink in the morning before work, you know, “to take the edge off.”
April 18, 2002 @ 12:53 pm