At work yesterday I was still a bit sick and suddenly I got pink eye. hahaha. I have no immune system. Go into work with not a single itch in my eye to suddenly green goop forming all over it. My sister might test my iron for me tonight. Anyway even with my eye swollen and gooped shut I feel better than I have in a long time since I haven’t been eating tons because of the sickness so I actually feel good.
I called in sick yesterday and it sucked ‘cause they wanted me to come in for a couple hours anyway, uh no, not unless you’re cool with my crying and shivering the whole time. So I slept at my sisters and got up to pee every half hour and finally my fever broke this morning and now I do have to go into work.
but really, calling in sick doesn’t mean ‘oh yeah I can totally work for a little while’ even though I got my shift covered as best I could all on my fucking own.
So my coworkers know I’ve been feeling like shit and yesterday one of them did the whole “You getting enough protein?” thing. Hahaa. I’m probably anemic I’m thinkin’, ‘cause all I eat is dairy. I’ve been wanting to eat laundry soap lately. I’m so sick. hah.
FINALLY. FROM CHURNING MAGMA AND BILLOWING GASES I HAVE SHAPED AND MOLDED THIS PARADISE. ALL THAT REMAINS IS TO POPULATE IT WITH CREATURES MADE IN MY IMAGE. I DON’T WANT THEM TO HAVE TO WORK OR FORAGE FOR FOOD, THOUGH, SO I SHOULD PROBABLY MAKE SOME KIND OF ANNOYING, IGNORANT, SELF DESTRUCTIVE AND NEUROTIC BIPEDAL ASSHOLES WHOSE INTENSE LONELINESS EVEN IN THE MIDST OF THEIR OWN KIND WILL COMPEL THEM TO SHELTER, FEED, ADORE AND PAMPER MY PRECIOUS CHILDREN.
I cooked last night but added one thing that made it gross and I can’t cook today. So I haven’t eaten and work’s in an hour and I just wanna cry. I often don’t eat before work but I don’t often blog about it. I really want to not go in today but I don’t have the phone number of the one person I could ask to cover me.
And like, that cooking was me trying, because my body hurts so bad from the weight gain that I can’t keep doing this, but I messed up that cooking and now I can’t microwave rice and beans because it’s all useless, but mostly me.
I carded someone whose ID was in the car, and she said “I’m pregnant, does that count?” (maybe implying she wasn’t going to drink but that’s not a good enough excuse ‘cause like people do!) I said, “No, you can be 18 and pregnant, you can be 16 and pregnant…” so she got mad and ranted, including “Even the liquor store doesn’t ID me!” but I had her go get it anyway. She bitched the entire time and when she showed it to me I just said incredulously, “1992!!” Fucking A, born in 1992 and complaining about being IDed. Someone needs to calm the fuck down.
I went to the kitchen for food and ended up putting all the dishes in the dishwasher. Heheeeeeee whoops. I hadn’t done them in ages, longer than it’s been cold, I’d just wash a couple to use. Anyway I don’t think the dishwasher is working (it’s hard to tell because it has to be closed, you know? but I think the pipes are frozen to it maybe) butttttt my clothes washer spit out some water finally, it hasn’t worked for months (because of the cold), so we’ve got that going for us.