On this week, thanksalot.

The usual started again. Mess and misery at work. Not to say a bad day, just low on coping ability.

And asked to cover tomorrow for a reinjured cow-orker, so I am.

It's a great fucking deal

Six boxes of obs, $3 off. In the spirit of murphy's laws, I bought them. Yes, I'm feeling defeated.

And ill and tired and seeping.

This time, it's personal

I know I shouldn't take this personally. How much more personal can it be, though? After 43 years of this, shouldn't that be a hint that it's useless?

Better skin, bones, cardiovascular system, presumably.

so is a week of this

But it's ok. Really. Despite sucking.

Merry etc.

Fourteen is bullshit

And again. Denial is not working. I know, I've tried.

19 - 5 = 14.

If it isn't one thing, it's another.

Gushing and congested, oh, joy. Flu, probably, and seeping. Snotty and bloody.

Joy.

The Neverending story

Kinda, sorta? Probably really for certain tomorrow. Only 3 1/2 weeks start to start.

Don't know why I bother, it'll never end.