For the second day in a row I am too sick for the workings. Mostly because the sick involves more riotous coughing than one likes to have on the phone. It will destroy my paycheck, but I suck at this job so bad I need to get a new one anyway. Because job-hunting is my favorite thing in the world.
On a much less stupid and terrible note, I dreamed that Bowzer was the director of operations at the McDonald’s chain I used to work at. He was annoyed because we were out of liquid eggs, so he made a Bowzer Parade wis an entourage of Baby Bowzers into the fridge to find some. It was awesome.
My cat is a Comfort Cat. I yuff her. Now I’m going to go away and be sick and probably play video games all day again.