R. is sick with the flu, which means shortly I will be too. A fun little sick rhyme for all of you!
It’s BUTT-LOVIN’ cold in this damn 150 year old building. I like old things, but I prefer my toes to not fall off.
I’m planned through Thursday of next week, totally graded, and just want to go home. Why did I not bring blankets and pillow for a lunch period nap?
Oooh I finally figured out how to put my writing links in the sidebar!!!
One contact is sticking and making my vision all blurry making it hard to read/type.
Imagine if James Joyce chose these topics for his stream of consciousness.
January 25, 2008 at 10:59 am
About butt-lovin’ coldness… I work at the top floor of a three story 100 year old building and that crap about heat rising doesn’t count if there’s no heat in the fricken building to begin with.
In other words, I sympathise.
January 25, 2008 at 3:27 pm
Oh no! My hubby is sick too! I’m counting the days to when I get hit as well. Counting …
Hope you have a great weekend!
January 26, 2008 at 9:21 pm
I love this style of writing.
I can’t stand this coldness. I feel like I’ve had a chill for the past 3 months.
January 27, 2008 at 8:11 pm
Oooh, I hate it when my contacts stick. And then you have to peel it off the eye… Ick!