April 20, 2004

throbbin bobbin

So I’m sick. I’m sick enough that I didn’t go to my photography 1 class this morning and sick enough that I’m not going to gym class later today. I’d probably just sit out school entirely today, but my 8 week speech class starts today and I can’t fall behind in Photo 2. Since I’m here my plan was to work on my paper that’s due for photography.

But I can’t think over this headache I have. All I can think is *pain, pain,* I’m going to kill whoever invented the car alarm, I HATE birds and their hellish chirping and if I don’t stop typing soon I’m going to choke myself to death for being an inconsiderate asshole.

Also, this weekend was a lot of fun and very eventful. I plan on writing about it.

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  1. Quit your whining and be sick like a man.

    Comment by wagnanomos — April 20, 2004 @ 2:09 pm

  2. Quit your whining and be sick like a man.

    I’m not sure what being “sick like a man” entails, but if it involves taking enough sedatives, pain-killers, and anti-histamines to kill Mr. Ed and then going to class and infecting all of Santa Monica College with my Ebola-like sickness, then I’m on my way.

    Comment by Red/Brian — April 20, 2004 @ 8:17 pm

  3. I am very sorry to hear that you are sick. I keep forgetting to check my backseat for your film but I will, I promise! Hope you feel better!!

    Comment by stella — April 20, 2004 @ 9:39 pm

  4. funny, i got sick too. you should of told me about xanga! dude.

    Comment by tashabay — April 21, 2004 @ 6:31 am

  5. Yes, large of amounts of legal medication can be incorporated into being sick like a man. You just need to editorialize the sick feeling without the whine. People with small children who whine depend on your prose for quasi-adult entertainment to escape our mundane life.

    I wish you good health as well. Please do not think me as insensitive.

    Comment by Wagnanomos — April 25, 2004 @ 8:14 pm

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