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Wednesday, December 15, 2004


Everyone's sick! So let's cram them in tiny corridors and make them breathe on eachother!
Yep. The absentee rates are way up because of actual ailments and false ailments that are gotten away with because of the real ailments ... and the people who bother to show are so disgusting, you wonder why you're here.

My sister is particularly gross. She's making Castle of Arghhhhhhhhh style noises and talking about how she's "diseased." Quite frankly, that's disgusting.

And when everyone around you is tired and disgusting, it rubs off on you. But it does make everything so much more pleasant when it passes in a haze of tissues and plugged up faraway noises.

I got a little hold happy at the library. I was over the limit and everything. It was great. Then, I realized that I'd have to cram all the DVDs and books into my bag to get them home. That wasn't so great. But, in the end, they all fit in the bag and the bag fit in the back seat of the truck after moving the dog, so it was all okay. Though, Daddy wouldn't let me put on some good music because the Whiner Line was on.

The Whiner Line! Oh, the things people with sports talk shows come up with! The Whiner Line is an answering machine at this radio station. You leave a whiny message. Then, the guys at theh station play some every night at 6! Isn't that a fabulous idea? You get crude remarks of all natures, and plenty of old men who oughtn't sing! And, to top it all off, they play freakish circus music during it. And, if you aren't close enough to Rhode Island while it's on, all you can hear the downbeats, which gives you a headache.

I hate the Whiner Line. Daddy loves it.

Hence, I hate the rides home from work. Because guess what's always on the radio?

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