May 17, 2002 :: 7:47 p.m.
hell serves only vegetable lo mein
Ugh. Chinese food is death. That's all I have to say about that.
Today marks a year and a half for Adam and I. I took off work, hoping to spend the day with him, but... alas. I got him for the morning, at least. I went to Bagel Lovers to pick up my check, but they didn't have it. Fuckers. I had to get gas with quarters that Adam gave me - I am that poor. I'll get it at work tomorrow, yes, but that's not the point. I had to get gas with quarters! Quarters that weren't even mine! You're not supposed to stoop to that level when you have a job. Paying for gas with borrowed change is for the unemployed. Grrr.
I feel disgustingly ill and semi-hungry. I think I may be getting sick. I haven't been sick in about 2 years, so really, I am due for it. I'm queasy and achy and hot and cold at the same time. My chest hurts, my throat hurts, my eyes hurt. *sigh* I'll probably just read for the rest of the evening and go to bed around 11, because I have to get up at 6 for work. I'm there pretty much open to close tomorrow - isn't that nice? No matter how many times I tell Roy that I don't want to work so much, my schedule stays firmly planted in the 30-35 hour range. Boo to him.
Today's Google hit: "heart palpitations fast girl." Because I am a fast girl with heart palpitations. Or something like that.
My hands smell like the stuff my dad uses to polish radios. Weird.
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