Daylight Savings can go straight to hell.

I took yesterday off. It’s a good thing too because I slept all day. I worked today then ran some errands afterwards and now I’m reeally feeling how big of a mistake that was.

Going to take my last antibiotic for the day and pass out… literally.

I’ll leave you with an email I sent Ben today about one of my coworkers that I’ve been having a bit of a rough time with:

So I managed to get a few hours without *insert coworkers name here* ‘wisdom’.

Her: Are you going to the truck? (He comes in the morning and at lunch)
Me: No.
Her: How are you feeling?
Me: Tired. My body is still healing. But it’s only one day, I can make it.
Her: You need to start taking vitamins.
Me: I take a multi-vitamin every day.
Her: Well you’re always sick
Me: It must be my lack of exercise and horrible eating habits.
Her: *thinks for a minute, gets it, walks away*

I really don’t need a diabetic who is 150 pounds overweight and
constantly causing her blood sugar to go sky high by eating candy and
drinking soda and who exercises at Curves once a month to tell me how
to be healthy. I think she got the point.

I wasn’t in the best mood today. heh

By the way, Curves is the biggest joke ever. But that will have to wait for another post on another day when passing out isn’t in the very near future.

To those of you who happened across my site via Kyrstal’s comments:

That’s not the comment I left. Mine was much more bitchy. Who’s been designing websites and on the web for seven years and can’t code without using iframes and can’t throw together a simple fucking table?! Or has had 18 layouts in 3 months and not ONE of them has been viewable in Mozilla? I’ll admit, Mozilla drives me nuts sometimes, but I can make things viewable in it. Gah.

And she’s a psycho. And frankly, it freaks me out a little.

I’m having my first bout of PMS in three months. Three months people. And just in case I wasn’t having enough fun, I have a kid who’s sick and randomly has quarts of blood shoot from her nose. And no chocolate.

Somebody come kill me.

Please?