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First quiet moment of the day, time for a whiny update.

Yesterday, I cleaned, which is good. I also did laundry, which is also good. I went for a run, which was ... not so good. The run itself was good, but I had to quit after 8 friggin minutes because I was starting to go faint from lack of air. I hate this! Yes, okay, maybe if I'd waited a bit longer before starting again, until I'd recovered completely from the infection, I'd have been ... well, not fine, but better. Not coughing up quite as much slime and phlegm as I did. Not nearly collapsing after 8 minutes with almost blue-ish lips because I'm too stubborn to quit when I know I should.

I just really, really hate this. I hate that I can't run for 4 minutes without having to start breathing through my mouth because my nose is so blocked. I hate that the cold air, not being warmed up by breathing through my nose, irritates my throat and lungs to the point where they close up for the most part. I hate that I can't even imagine what it's like to be able to sleep with my mouth closed all night. I hate that I can barely smell anymore. I hate that this is only getting worse, and I hate that there doesn't seem to be any real reason for all of this.

Once I've got my social security and all in order, I may ask the doctor to really look into this. If it'd not cost me too much. I've to go get my pill perscription renewed next month, anyway, so I might as well. Or maybe I'll just be thankful that I don't have that damned sinus infection anymore, and count my blessings, and suck it up.

More sad whineyness

The Boss Lady is leaving come July. I'll miss her. That means that of all the people that were here when I came on, only 3 will still be here. Blah.

Also, I got a coall on my cell phone while we were having an office meeting. Caller ID said it was from my parents' normal phone. I'm confused, cause if it's my mum, why didn't she call through her cell phone [which is cheaper], and I don't think either of my brothers [who're supopsed to be at school at any rate] have my cell phone number. That was round 12:45. It's now 14:16. I've tried to call back several times since then, butI keep getting the busy signal. Emailed dad, he knows nothing. I'm getting seriourly worried here. Hope there's nothing really wrong ...

From the Amusing Typo's Department

From my dearest dad: 'natwoorden' [natwords] instead of 'antwoorden' [answers].

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I don't think I'll be answering my mail today. It's too much and I feel antisocal.

Just when I thought I'd gotten over this addiction ...

There is more of this. Damn. Am now once again completely enthralled by the brilliance that is JC/Marshall. Am also picturing JC/Dre. Sick, sick, sick!

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Um. Eek?