Things on Tuesday
Bad:
- Stupid sore throat. The weather keeps changing, so I suppose I could blame it on that, or I could lie and say that I'm not getting enough sleep. Truth is, I work with a bunch of people who are sick all the time, so I probably contracted some vestigial virus from the creeping spattergroit plaguing my coworkers. My immune system, still fortified by six weeks of IV antibiotics, fights everything off, but occasionally a symptom slips through. Like the stupid sore throat. Judging from my coworkers, though, I'm lucky I don't have my teeth fall out, or turn up pregnant.
- I'm working crazy overtime this week.
- I need two new tires on the USS Nimitz, and I really should get glasses.
- The Mumbai attacks and aftermath suck
- Working crazy overtime beats the crap out of being unemployed, like I was for too long. Plus, it insures that...
- I have enough money to buy new tires and glasses.
- My throat may be sore, but the rest of me is functioning adequately. When I started this job, I limped out to my truck every night. Now, I'm much better.
- My friends in Mumbai are safe. Pissed off, but safe.
- Venus, the crescent moon, and Jupiter were next to each other last night, and it was extremely cool:
- It was cooler than that picture makes it look.
- This sign at the 7-Eleven: "Virgin Mobile Handsets: $19.99."
- How can they tell? Are their little handset hymens still intact?
- It rained last night, which made it perfect for sleeping.
- NaBloPoMo is over, and yet I still feel like writing. Plus, I have great Vox neighbors whose blobs I enjoy reading.
- As always, ten fingers, ten toes, one belly button, and a steady pulse.
Comments
Moon photo, awesome! We had clouds and snow, so no view of Mr. Sad Moon-face!
Sorry about your sore throat!
This is the reverse of how it looked in Sydney. I didn't get any pictures unfortunately.
I have had a sore throat on and off for about 3 months. Dr now thinks it could be reflux causing it.
The best option, but clearly not the most attractive is to buy glasses of massive Buddy Holly proportions. It worked for me. I hear the kids think they're hip.