I have been feeling so shitty for a couple of days now. Monday I called in sick. Tuesday I tried to call in sick but my anal boss said that if I was going to miss two days in a row I would need a doctors note! I couldnt fucking believe him! I NEVER call in sick. I cant even remember the last time. Maybe 2 years ago when my grandfather died. Aggggg! I hate me job so much.

I need to do something about it. I need to leave and find something better. Somewhere that you get rewarded for doing a good job. Anyhoo...

I need to lay down. Take some thing and pass out. Thats what I need.

In other news... derek did not get the tiller at the auction...exciteing I know.

I found my bells...thank you thedevlyn for looking.

I am chowin on some Vegetable Thins. I dont know why they call them that. They are loaded with fat. I dont care though. Its one thing I seem to be able to keep down.

I hate to write such a boring entry about illness. But I dont know what else I could write about between sneezes and drips.

I could write about my picture frame collection. Yes that would be far more interesting. Not. But now that I have said it I know you are on pins and needles waiting to hear what I have to say about picture frames.

I have exactly, (yes I am that bored that I just counted them all again) 142 individual picture frames. Now I am not talking art that is framed on the wall. Just picture frames. I think thats a lot. I think it is also very special that not one of them is duplicated. All unique. Well, now, isnt that special. Short bus kind of special, but none the less I think I can leave now. Good bye