Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Ugh. Blech. Snargle.
Yuck. Due to the weather in SC being on a mission of sorts to make me miserable (wearing t-shirts one day and sweaters the next) I am sick. My head is filled with goo, my throat hurts, and I feel as if I've been beaten half to death.
That, combined with work kicking my ass, means I don't feel creative or funny. I feel tired and frustrated. My hair, however, thinks it is in some sort of Vaudeville-esque barbershop quartet. May I present the funniest thing about me lately:

Back to work, then on to bed...
Have a great week.
JT out.
That, combined with work kicking my ass, means I don't feel creative or funny. I feel tired and frustrated. My hair, however, thinks it is in some sort of Vaudeville-esque barbershop quartet. May I present the funniest thing about me lately:

Back to work, then on to bed...
Have a great week.
JT out.