sickSO I am home today. There are things that need to be done at work, for there is a big inspection coming up in a month, and I do feel kind of meh for not being there to help out right now, but not enough to actually go in. 'Sides, I don't know how much help I would be, what with the feeling like I've been run over by a truck-and then the trucker backed up and did it again. Just for kicks, you understand. Fucker.
On the bright side, hwork is getting done. Not that I really have much, all told. Soc is taken care of, and now all I really have to do is write that damn monologue for my acting class. But who knew it would be this tough? I keep thinking that I wont be able to act like anyone I know. It's a bit of a mental block, that. Pth.
I'ma gonna go watch QaF now, oh yes I am. Pretty boys make me feel so much better, somehow...*grins*
