September 20th, 2004


Augh. September.

I've always got one week in September where I feel like utter crap, and it looks like this is the one. Uck. Head all over-stuffed and lurchy when I stand up. Grr. And to think I got up early to do my stupid bloody reading, too. >.<

Urgh. I think I'm dying. Fever, now, too. :P

And I have an 8:30am class tomorrow. *flomps*
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Gods, but I'm getting sick of these commercials. (Am sick and cranky.)

These "this is the best place on Earth" commercials. The ones trying to tell all the prospective Olympics spectators how fantabulous it is here.

*la la la,happy rolly music*

There will be blahblahlargenumber job openings in British Columbia by 2010.

Or something like that.

'Course, they say what any of them are.

'Cause, I mean, maybe it's just me, but I fail to be patriotically enraptured over the prospect of twenty thousand new openings for janitorial staff within the next six years. :P

Head hurts, throat hurts, can't swallow, can't breathe, can't sleep. Kill me. *whimpers*
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