Life is like juggling pitchforks: everyone knows when you mess up.
-- Grandpa's Country Wisdom
"But really, it's not that bad."
Does "famous last words" mean anything to you? These were mine....right before I stripped down and dunked myself in a bathtub of chilly water for three hours to make the pain stop. I came out feeling even more sick, but I hurt less.
Sunburn is a bitch.
But I'll live. I went to class this morning...at 8:30 am. Damn. I hate mornings. I was late to class, but I had breakfast. Class is easy this semester. No midterm. No final. No homework. No lab writeups. 5 quizzes. That's it. It should rock.
Ooooo! I hurt all over! No wanna sunburn! I wasn't going to dwell on this but OOOOOooo!!!!!
AloeAloeAloeAloeAloeAloeAloeAloeAloeAloeAloeAloeAloeAloeAloe Ahhhhhhh....
Now, back to business. I can't post this. Xoom is STILL giving me problems. I swear, I'll never get this posted at this rate. WAAAHHH!!! Hey, it's almost totally better than Geocities, there's just a little "not there" problem.
This is what I'm sayin' to ya.
I gotta go to bed. I can't sit in this shmeggin' chair any longer, not when I know my site isn't there to accept this entry with open arms.
The obligatory haiku of the day: (I dunno about this one. It's pretty bad.)
Pitter, Patter, Plop
The rain, it goes drip, drip, drop.
Pitter, Patter, Plop
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