crap crap crap

Now is not the time to be sick. Not when you have APs around the bend and a video presentation with a group you think remembers you're in their group and homework up the wazoo and dammit I still have to run the mile for weight training, not that I want to or anything, and stupid Rincon health class for not being like the rest of my classes. It's easy, yes, but annoying when you can't be there to do it. We colored on Monday.

And I've realized that I simply do not curse in a constant fashion. So, because of that, I have this to say. NOrmally I'd say pardon my French but as some of you who read this know French, so... pardon my Swahili:




If you would feel offended by offensive language look away now






HOW THE FUCK DID I GET PNEUMONIA???????? That's what my doc says. Great....... Fluid in my lungs....... I could be a washing machine! Wishy washy your clothes are clean. I mean I don't feel THAT bad, at least not yet. And think, of all times, how timely. I guess I could use this time off from school to study for my tests, but I'll spend more of it complaining no doubt. Because someone told me I was a parrot. I still think I'm the reincarnation of the Loch Ness Monster. But whatever. But on Tuesday doc said it wasn't a threat to anyone, at least not yet.

dammit dammit dammit