"i would like to request march 17th through the 22nd off. i am turning 30 and need the time off in order to cope. i shall return to work, in my thirties, on march 23rd."
heck, since my birthday is on a saturday, why NOT take almost a week off?!?
health wise, i've been feeling like utter dookie. and not even the colorful, exciting dookie with the corn interlaced in it, just plain dookie. maybe even the dark dookie that you get occasionally that makes you wonder what in the WORLD you consum-..... okay, shutting up now.
at least about poo. health wise, i feel cucky, weak, sore, sick to my stomach, much like i'm teetering on the edge of either Utter Greatness or that the Dragon of Flu-ey Doom is going to swim up and grab me by the ears and sink me down into the Influenza Abyss.
mood wise? i'm doing good. quite good. my mother is getting better, physically and mentally, which has put me in beyond a wonderful mood. i really DO need to call my step dad and see how he's faring. my excuse is that when i get home, due to time differences, they may already be in bed, being that they're old and live in the midwest. yes, it's interlaced.
got $100 more than i thought i would on my paycheck. this also pleases me.
i also have the house to myself the entire weekend. i can dance and prance round in my underoos and sing into a hairbrush microphone all weekend, should it please me to do so. (durned it, why DON'T they make underoos for adults?!? i really should change the picture i have somewhere of me in my wonder woman underoos into an avatar. i mean really. but first i need to find it. at first, i typed 'burt furst'... i'm even slurring in my typing.)
it also seems that the more newbs that get hired at work, the more that management loves lil ol' me. rawk.