December 12th, 2003

XBox Me

Sore, stiff, and scratchy

This is how I woke up (half an hour ago). Sore and stiff I can understand, what with the kickboxing last night, but the back of my throat scratchy to the point of pain, well...I suppose it was bound to happen, working with kids, but it still sucks.

I have to go in to work, there's no escaping it. Curse me for being irreplaceable! :) But at the same time, it means that the sole thought on my mind is getting home and crashing for many many hours. I am not about to let this blow up into a big honkin' sickness. So no party for me tonight, which sucks, but a) reeeeeeest and b) everyone there is getting ready for finals, stressed, and sleep deprived - their resistance is pretty damn low. And little Miss Germ Factory is coming? No.

And now for something completely different...

Stolen from gamethyme
I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. [There are even some people I don't know at all.] Take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself, anything at all, it doesn't have to be inspiring or anything like that, just something I might not know. I'd be utterly gobsmacked it if every single person who friended me did this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.