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Saturday, July 23, 2005

Sick and tired (and sick again)

I was ready to come back with a bang, to bring a certain Juice McNizzle flair to the internet that only Juice McNizzle can bring.

And then i got the flu. And strep throat. And tonsillitis. All at the same time.

So here i am, reporting from home, heavily medicated (i still hate drugs, just in case you thought my opinion changed from my last post) and off sick from work. Ah, work. Don't even get me started on that.

Rant begin.

I miss swallowing (shut up) and eating. I miss free time even more. My job has required a fucking large amount of work for a 9-5 job. I'm sorry, that's misleading. It's SUPPOSED to be a 9-5 job, but most days i walk into the house well after 7, or even 8, and without having a lunch hour. I'm being pushed, and pushed and i cannot take much more. I'm exhausted. 11 hours is a long time to be delivering furniture in the blistering (for north new brunswick, anyways) heat. It's even longer when i have to do it 4-5 days a week (plus one day of in-store work).

That's only one problem i've been having there, but i'm just glad to have some time off. The doctor said if i worked any more i'd end up in the hospital. I guess it was pretty bad.

Rant over. Didn't i say don't get me started? Listen to me next time.



Fucking scary. Really fucking scary. This would actually stop me from watching Toy Story if i wasn't in love with it and everything Pixar. It's been sitting in our mall for years. I can see why. Who the hell would want that.

Well, i would. Hello collectors item! But i would have to cover it with a blanket. Or perhaps a shed.

I think that's it from me. I'll be back soon with many pictures and some actual stories of interest. Well, i can promise stories. Nothing else. As for now, i'm off to rest and then to send out many important e-mails (keep an eye out, Harn-guy!).

Take care, and sorry for the grammar... and the topics... and posting in general.