Monday, October 29, 2007

Please speak softly.

No talk. Migraine. Want to vomit and die. Can't do either. Stuck at work because I have a stupid doctor's appt later this afternoon. And like a retard, I made all my doctor appointments near my work for "convenience". So rather than doubling the number of hours I'm on the road each day, I'm forced to sit here in the dark and wish for death for another 3 hours.

Someone, please, just take a hacksaw to my skull. I'll pay you.


PS. Taking Tylenol for a migraine is about the equivalent of spitting on the still-burning fires in Southern California. Just useless exercises, both.

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