I took a sick day yesterday. (Actually, FWIW, I went into work for 10 minutes to let Sarah and Bob know I wasn't going to stay). My plan of taking lots of Nyquil and sleeping was rendered useless because I was driving around and pretty awake at that point, so I shoved some Dayquil in my face, went to Target (and bought a cardigan) and then tanning. Then I met Joe downtown for what should have been a quick lunch, but apparently Bull & Bear doesn't understand that not everyone can take extended lunches...
I'm still feeling pretty useless today. I can't really concentrate on anything and would give my left arm to just go lay in bed (but not fall asleep... just lay there). I've been saying the last few days that I neeeeeed to go down to Armory Square to get a new septum retainer and visit Nate but the thought of fighting traffic and people with such little energy doesn't seem like a great idea. However, it's super nice out today and I'm thinking I could just walk down there - perhaps that'll wake me up.
Despite the fact that it's 50 degrees outside (and I'm wearing just a hoodie and still feel a bit warm), apparently Syracuse DPW doesn't think it's warm enough for the snow to just MELT away naturally because they were out at THREE AM removing snow on East Willow Street. THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING. With their beepy machines and revving engines and "CHOPCHOPCHOP" of their ice picks and men shouting at eachother over all of this racket. FOR FOURTY-FIVE MINUTES. It got to the point of me shouting and Joe threatening to throw food at them and no sleep being had - which SLEEPING is what I should be doing at 3AM, especially when I'm sick. I'm in the process of writing a less-melodramatic but equally-as-scathing letter to DPW and registering a noise complaint because it's completely ridiculous, but 'til I send it out, you get to hear the bitching.
Also, this Michael Phelps nonsense is just that... nonsense. I'm 83% sure (just like Barney Stinson) that you can't charge eight people because a PHOTOGRAPH surfaced. And if it were steroids, I might moreso understand (performance-enhancing.... just ask A-Rod about it), but this is WEED we're talking about - WEED IS A DEPRESSANT DRUG. If anything, it will hinder his ability to swim. And c'mon, seriously, it's weed. I'm honestly more concerned about people who HAVEN'T tried weed...
That's all of my disjointed thoughts for the day.
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I haven't tried weed.
I agree with you about Michael Phelps.
I'm irritated about A-Rod... but not because of A-Rod's actions (well.. sort of), but because the president of the United States saw that it was fitting that I watch him talk about A-Rod rather than have the ability to watch Big Bang theory and HIMYM at their scheduled times. Economy? -- NO! fuck that! let's get down to the important things like A-Rod!
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