|Mucin is more than spit|
Today is my second sick day - in about 3 years - I checked my records. I've not taken an official sick day in a while and damn it, I'm going to enjoy this one. That is when I'm not feeling giddy nor light-headed. How light-headed? Why, I dipped into my overdraft inadvertently today because I paid the city taxes from the wrong account. Time will tell how much CCS will charge me for this - especially since I was in negative cash flow for only a few hours. Mind you, it was a very effective wake up call when ID woke me up with a discreet buzz and green glow to tell me that CCS had sent me a message warning me that my account was below my set minimums, and even worse, that there was a negative balance. Unfortunately, I went back to sleep again and when I woke later, more interest, payable to the overdraft overlords, I'm sure, had accrued.
|Woolliness doesn't mean undefined does it?|
|Triage - not just for the ER anymore|
The other thing I would outlaw right away were I to King of the World, are people with loud voices who talk for the sake of talking. There is one such person sharing the space with me, and she punctuates everything she says with a nervous giggle that blasts through the air like NASA trying to make their latest jet-propelled device break the sound barrier twice over. I'm trying very hard to be tolerant, but it's not easy when you're rejected 5x over and feeling out of sorts. Still, I shouldn't take it out on her because it's bad karma. Bad. Karma. Must. Remember. Because I need all the help (whether evidence based or not) I can get to continue for another 11 years.
|The rapture of being cow-like|
Then again, I'm at the apex of the pharmacokinetic curve of drixoral dispersion so all bets are off as to what happens next. After all I did warn you in the beginning.