Ticklebuddy Wonderpoo (aubkabob) wrote,
Ticklebuddy Wonderpoo

Home sick from work, woo. I feel like I've been dragged behind a car for 500 ft... or that I drug a car for 500 ft. Either way, I'm beyond sore and my sinuses are filled with HATRED AND ANGER. I don't want to leave the house today, but I have an eye appointment that I really should go to.

Slept for a delicious twelve hours after finishing that freaking book that I've been forcing myself through (Burning Water by Mercedes Lackey). Potter DID come in the mail, so at least I have a (presumably) entertaining easier read after feeling like I was sitting through an awful episode of Law & Order meets Charmed.

Don't remember much of my dreams, other than that I was at work, dancing to this song:

...while I moved around stuff of my brother's on the shelves. Apparently, in my subconscious, he stores his stuff at OfficeMax.

Since I'm home today, please feel free to entertain me.
Tags: dreams, ill

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