I'm SICK!!!!

I'm sick sick sick sick sick. I HATE being sick! I caught Rob's cold. Woke up with a sore throat and by noon I had a waste basket full of snotty tissues. Colds SUCK. No wait...colds BLOW. yeah. shit. *sniffle* and there are no freaking tissues by my computer and my nose is RUNNING unmercifully!

( here is my political test result if anyone gives a shit - short version - I'm a liberal. Which is apparently a dirtier word than fuck. i happen to like both. )

In other news, work was the usual barrel of laughs today. Have I mentioned that I work with the lamest bunch of people on earth? I mean it. I feel like I've fallen into Mayberry, RFD. I'm surrounded by the most white bread bunch of quaint country folk you can possibly imagine. Maybe they're just trying to be careful until they get to know me better. I sure hope so. The only one so far who appears to have a wicked sense of humor is Builder Bad Boy and he's hardly ever around. Well, I take that back, Builder Barney gives off a hint of "I could get pretty raunchy if I thought it was safe". But other than that, the thing they seem to find the most hilarious is pretending they aren't there when there is a phone call for them...

Now I need to treadmill and hope my head drains in the process.