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My head hurts.

Had a crazy day at work. I guess it's PMS or something, but I just kept losing it all the time. Had to apologize from everyone for being so damn cranky all the time. Then I called my mom, and fought with her on the phone.

Let's just say it wasn't one of my finest moments.

Anyway, I feel miserable now. I have a fever, and my throat hurts. Life just stinks. Goddess, I hope I won't get really sick. I should be going to the movies later today (Spiderman) and shopping tomorrow (apparently the second half of West Wing's season one should be in the stores on Monday. Yeah. I wish). If I have to spend my free time in bed, feeling miserable and sorry for my self, I'll probably pop a vein or something.

I miss everyone, but am too tired to actually write mail or anything. By computer is a useless piece of shit, and can't wait to get myself a new one. I REALLY miss Wolfsbride! What a cruel joke to find a perfect companion who just happens to live on the other side of the whole damn world. The Universe is getting a cheap laugh on my expense...

On a brighter note, haven't eaten anything unhealthy for ten days. Yay me. Feeling so proud of myself I could puke. Also, went to see kittens. In about a month we'll have another drooling furball running around the house. That IS a good thing. :D Now I just have to try not to name the little kitten Lex or Avon or Sam. Especially since it's a girl cat. Yeah. Maybe I SHOULD call her Legolas.

Urgh. Three more hours, and then I can go home. I'll just crawl into bed and sleep through the whole damn day.

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Um...

Heh. The best way to spend time is to browse through stupid 'humor' sites when you're feeling sick. At least I'm laughing so hard I'm almost... well. You know. :D

Hmm... I wonder if Wolfsbride would just kill me if I asked if she has a chance to do some betaing while she's working her ass off and moving and having his own stuff to write. Better not go there, I guess.

Anyway, here's the B5 take on why did the chicken cross the road.

G'Kar: For the first time in my life, my destiny is clear! Either I cross that road with the chicken, or I die in the attempt.

Ivanova: "...and if the chicken ever crosses the road again, Ivanova will personally rip its LUNGS out!"

Jeff Sinclair: These are my scouts. I call them 'Chickens'. Please
give them any assisstance necessary in helping them to cross the road.

(lol. Marcus, can you say BWOCK?)

John Sheridan: The last time a chicken crossed the road, I blew it
straight to hell!

Kosh: The chicken has always been on the other side of the road.

Londo Mollari: Why, for a *drink*, of course! Perhaps I should join my *good* and *dear* friend in a celebration of his good fortune...


Michael Garibaldi: I guess I'll just have to make chickens my FOURTH favorite thing.

Morden: Where do you want the chicken?

Anyway, I'll just go away now.

(this stuff and more could be found at http://www.gandmasti.com/nathan/b5/chicken.html)