goddam blasted viruses and bacterium! a pox on them!
they are treating my body as a time-sharing condo in the tropics; coming here to chill out for a week and try out fun activities. like “oh, let’s take the kids down the upper colon and frolic the afternoon away!”.
my throat and head is aching and at the moment i do more spitting than swallowing. ha. ha.
got told of by a customer for not being full of servitude service minded. that was actually a first, since usually my sense of service is rivaled only by my sense of doom. then again, i was tired and slightly hung over, so i chalk the whole thing down to being a miscommunication.
the past week has been full of either job-searching or working on the homepage for the appropriate christmas. much of both have focused on learning to love the windows box i’m at.
450 windows apps for different occasions:
ecosultant.com
online generators for your generating needs:
smashingmagazine.com
and yesterday i stumbled upon an illustrator with bredth: pbfcomics.com. dark and disturbing, i imagine you’d say to describe his comic strips.
i slept really well last night. standing in the shower i recall what i was dreaming about.
somehow, i had done the mafia some favours, and had gotten a check for 60 million SEK. i carried this check around and fell very lighthearted.
now. what do you think that i was going to do with all this money? in my dream, in what is supposed to be a bastion of the wild and unfettered imagination, what did i do with 60 million SEK? did i plan a trip to the moon or hire milla jovovich to sit on my face?
no. i was looking forward to paying my student loans, and my biggest concern was if i was supposed to pay tax on the money since they had originated from the mafia anyway.
so, to recoup: i am so boring right now that you cannot believe how boring i am. even my dreams are boring. seriously, stay away from me people, lest you catch whatever brain rot has me in it’s grip. i’m done for. think well of me when i’m gone or something.
